He was the standard.
A master of complexity
A progeny of genius.
Though Benjamin was a formidable contender.
As he observed the hour on his Aeternitas, Maxwell pondered truth. Its exploration and expulsion.
He wondered why Franck Muller was so close.
He wondered why Benjamin seemed so far behind.
Or was he so prodigious, that we failed to comprehend him?
“It’s getting late, dear.”
“Yes,” Claire replied, setting down her wine, “It is rather late.”
“I have a 9 am engagenment at Sotheby’s.” Lucy chimed.
However, Neil remained perplexed, even as the others attempted to rescue him from his daze.
Maxwell was persistent.
“Is it true that you’ve published a volume of works on the life of Maurice de Sully?”
Neil shunned his daze and turned to his colleague, in a brusque manner.
“No. It was a compendium.”
Implode. Part XIV – DK