Panic! I’m thinking, the wheels are turning, I’ve got to say something she’ll remember, something that’ll sum up all we’ve been, that’s really us, only the two of us, that combines both our outsize brains and our too-big hearts, something that’ll express, well, I don’t quite know, somtething that’s both Einstein and Racine at the same time. Einstein and Racine!
Then suddenly I lean over the balustrade, my hands around my mouth like a megaphone, and shout:
e = mc², my love.
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