CHAPTER 8Mike studied the faces of his class. He had achieved, it seemed, a new perception as to the caliber of each mind. Was this a byproduct of his new inner condition? He supposed that probably it was somehow related, but he gave the question scant thought. The perceptions were fascinating and there was no point in questioning them.
For instance, Lathan Mott was, at the moment, deeply preoccupied with a problem in logic. Would it be more logical to leave Kane College at the end of this term and enroll in a larger school where his prowess as a running back would attract greater attention?
“Why didn’t you enroll at UCLA in the first place, Lathan?”
“Well, you see my father went to—huh?”
A titter ran through the class. Latham’s face reddened and there was anger in his eyes.
“Never mi
