“I can say you—” Lemuel begins.
“Can you speak up, Professor?” someone calls from the back of the room.
Lemuel clears his throat. “I can say you, you may not want to hear it,” he starts again in a stronger voice, “that I have arrived to Backwater armed with more questions than answers. I will not bore you with the easy ones—how is it possible to wear your heart on your sleeve? In what respect can a lady barber be compared to a number? What does ‘Nonstops to the most Florida cities’ really mean? How can one city be more Florida than another? Concerning which side is up, who gets to decide that in America? I will not occupy your time even with the tantalizing question Rebbe Nachman posed me last night, namely, if God really loved man, would He h
