Architecture for imbiciles
- Decinaty
- Aug 4, 2015
- 1 min read
“You know, I don’t get this.” Terry tilted her head this and that way.
“Oh my god, what is there not to get?” Jean scowled over the top of his drawing desk.
“Everything? How do you understand this ‘Man of Steel’ crap? It’s like it’s in a different language.” Terry waved the book.
“You know it helps to read it right side up right? Which one of my books are you trying to read now?”
“Architecture for imbiciles.” She set the book down. “It might as well be about psychology. I was hoping it was closer to rocket science or calculus… you know, something easy.”
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