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Show : r Neither my thoughts nor my eyes were on the familiar road that morning, when crash! My car had , locked bummers with another in the middle of a one-way bridge. By the time a state patrolman arrived, ; a line of .impatient motorists had formed on each end of the bridge. After ask-lrug ask-lrug the usual questions he said to me: "So you'ree . an English professor!" Turning to the crowd, he commanded, " "Stand; back folks. I got business with this fellow." I steeled myself for a lecture lec-ture on absent-mindedness. "Now aint this nice!" the patrolman began. - "All my life ther's been a matter I've been waitln to ask one of you professors about If I ever run one down. My time's - come." He thrust his face close - to mine. "Tell me," he demanded. 'What's- a split- inflnative?" |