who came to watch the physics circus. The automaton entered the room
and the show began. The teenagers were nodding their heads in agreement
long after I had lost any ability to understand what was coming out of
the voice-box. Utter confusion, desperation and my thoughts all of the
sudden turned towards my friends who had skipped Hawking's barrage of
black-hole absurdities and had gone to a strip-joint. I felt alone,
confused and needing the attention of a compassionate stripper to save
me from the torture of listening to the automaton..."buzz....buzzz.....bla..a..a.c..c..k....h..o...l...e...s".-----the
smell of cheap perfume and sweet sweat!!
The torture was over after about an hour. Everybody stood up to
clap for what they had not
understood..."...buzzz......buzzzzz....b.uuu..y....m..y..bo..o..k..buzzz".
A brief history of time had become the longest torture and time was my
enemy....Relativity...Somebody please unplug the voicebox!!