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18 Page the Oracle
Richmond Pager was a Senior Scientific Officer. He lived alone. After a twelve-hour shift he would come back to his flat and peer out the window to observe the New Romantics. He disapproved of them, and their flamboyant ways. But he dearly wished he could be one of them.
He knew everything about nothing. And I called him The Oracle (in my mind).
Later that evening, he would have a glass of port and put on some Debussy. He was a Hi-Fi buff.
