The Prioress and Other Dirty Rats

The Prioress is a bad egg. She cared more about rats than starving children and she is an anti-semite in to the bargain. Her whole tale is about a blood libel except she tells it frankly and with much relish. I explain as much of it as I can, and naturally this sparks a debate about the uses and abuses of religion. It is enough to make the mystic in me pause. Numbers are in fact a lot cleaner.

I'm glad when the next class is gym because I can scratch out the numbers on a piece of paper in the locker room and...I knew there was something familiar about that number. 142,857. I don't have to multiply it by any little bitty number. I just have to divide it by a million. Yes, a million and I get .142857..... That is one seventh. It is an irrantional number that goes on forever, but a nice neat lucky fraction...irrational number. I decide that Mr. Raedecker is a sonofabitch. That is my lesson for the afternoon. He just gave me the mathematical finger. If this supposed to be a joke, it is NOT funny.

I need to leave the mathematicians alone and go find the real mystics, but where. The only mystic I know is Ruth Montgomery and then only from her writings. Well, that doesn't leave me with much to go on.

1. Write to Ruth Montgomery care of her publisher.
2. Go to White Plains and look for a mystic.
3. Go to the library and look for books on numerology.

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