Did Cicero’s Europeans see in us what would succeed them? And succeed the university? Did they whisper in their hearts, the barbarians had come?
Did they not understand Cicero’s apocalyptic mission? That Cicero was an End Times impresario?
Did they sense it, those Europeans, that were an invading force, meek as we seemed? That we brought with us the seeds of their destruction?
That we were an occupying army, nothing less. Cicero had brought us in, but what had she brought in? Who had she ushered over the threshold?
That we bore the Sickness with us. That we came with the Hatred. That we brought with us Disturbance. That we were Contagious. That we brought the Plague that would destroy the university. That we were bearers of it, the anti university virus.
That the Charge was building up. That there was Electricity in the air. That the Lightning would strike, soon, soon. That we were the heavy clouds from which lightning would strike.
Did fear grip them in their hearts, Cicero’s Europeans? Were they frightened? Was that the reason for their small talk? As if they could try small talk, with us! As if they could talk to us as to anyone else! As if we were any other young academics! As if we were like any of the other up and comings!
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