Chapter 1If Daniel Meyers had known about the sheer number of mind-numbing meetings he would be subjected to, he would have reconsidered his career in academia. He vaguely remembered an eager desire to pass on his love of eighteenth century novels to interested young minds, but that was back in the heady days of his youth. Before he realized professors did nothing but attend meetings, and there were no interested young minds waiting to absorb knowledge.
Hugh Sturges, the head of the Humanities department, droned on about budgets at the front of the room. He droned on about budgets every week. The details never changed. The school was broke, the department was broke, they needed to raise more money, all their jobs were at peril. Daniel looked across the conference table and caught Charles
