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Consider the following three scenes:
SCENE ONE
Egypt, Giza Valley, Akehnaton’s apartment. 2500 BC. [A knock on the door, it’s Djoser, the chief stone architect of Pharoah Khafre’s pyramid]
Djoser: Akeh? You there? You were supposed to meet me at the base today to learn stone design.
Akehnaton: Do I really have to go? My cat is sick.
Djoser: You have missed every single meeting with the architects and the stone bearers. How do you expect to become a chief stone architect? There’s lots to learn. You need to know angles, weights, slave strength, positions.
Akehnaton: Hey, no problem, I can see the guys from here.
Djoser: Akeh, you must learn in person. You do want the mathematicians and slide engineers to know you, right?
Akehnaton: But look out the window. I am so close that I can hear the slaves being crushed from here. Look, how about I come in every Tuesday?
Djoser: How about Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
Akahnaton: Will you provide lunch?