The Dreams

Dream 65

The academic year was done, and the date for the examination was declared. We hadn’t once cracked a book nor memorized a sentence — and now we had to think about what to do.

A few of us still retained some respect for rationality, and so decided not to sit for the exam. The rest, however — afire with derision and mockery — seized the chance to show off by choosing to take the test anyway. On the famous morning we formed ourselves into lines and donned masks of seriousness and concern. Then the head of the committee stood up, announcing in a booming voice that he would hand out two papers to us. One of them contained the questions and the other the correct answers.

With this, we practically lost our minds — for we had not dreamed that any of our professors could possibly surpass us in the love of absurdity and the bizarre.