WITH the internet reigning supreme and the media slowly moving into obscurity the lecturer’s mask, and suddenly the air was filled with the worst obscenity and coarse language I’d ever heard. I saw the face behind the mask, cruel, filled with hatred and bias, looking at me with loathing and anger.
“Let’s get away from here!” I whispered. “It’s okay,” said the teacher, “We’ll just put his mask back again. Now look at him!” It was the most angelic, cherubic face I’d ever seen, and the words uttered were like sweet honey. But I turned away with fear. I had seen his true self. “And that’s the true self they are taught to hide!” smiled the teacher.
“I wouldn’t like to ask you to reveal your true self!” I said looking at him, and for a moment I heard a snarl followed by a growl, and the distinct noise of a wild animal pawing the ground. But it stopped, as the teacher got control of himself. “Would you like to see the trustees?” asked the teacher sweetly, as he led me to a glass cabin.
I looked in and saw a seventy-seven year old American with a now infamous blonde hairstyle, talking animatedly to different faces I recognized. The talk was being translated by a bald Russian, who’s movements showed a leaning towards judo, and also translated into Hindi, by a man with a sweet voice, saying ‘Mitron!’ gently into the mike. All their looks were so pleasant to the eye..!
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