Sublime

some small plump brownish person of firm but quiet carriage, who looks about her, but does not suppose that anybody is looking at her. If she has a broad face and square brow, well-marked eyebrows and curly dark hair, a certain expression of amusement in her glance which her mouth keeps the secret of, and for the rest features entirely insignifican

“Are you ready for the test?” “Yes.” “Well, what is two plus two?” “Whatever the boss says it is.” The second applicant got the job. Which comes first, orthodoxy or the truth?