The old professor often talked to Señor Saguaro—and to us. He was not certified to teach in Arizona, but that did not stop him. Every Saturday morning his house became a school. Fourth-graders, twelfth-graders—all are welcome. No tests, no grades, no attendance record. Just the best school most of us had ever gone to. He covered everything from toothpaste to tapeworms and somehow made it fit together (7.5).
"I want to put her on Hot Seat. Dorko Borlock here doesn't want to."
Archie studied me through the smoke. I thought I saw approval, but when he spoke, he merely said, "Work it out, men" (7.48-49).
"You'll know her more by your questions than by her answers. Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you know" (7.50).