A dull pencil is greater than the sharpest memory. - an English proverb
Hate seemed to be the only emotions Issac was capable of, the only one powerful enough to break through his Asperger muted emotional shell. Of course, no one knew that he had a psychological disorder back in 1658, when Issac was just a fifteen year old loner who could spend an entire day looking at light refracting through broken glass. They figured all he needed was something better to do, like cleaning the pig pens in the Reverend's farm. Oh, how he hated those pigs...
"I hate this world and everything in it! Nothing makes any sense," Issac confided to Simon, his only friend at the King's School, where he was a star student and a favored target of oversized Lincolnshire bullies.