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pal, Mr. Toerag, would file the whole school into the auditorium and make us spend a te-
dious day answering multiple-choice questions on a variety of subjects for some national
examination. It didn't take you long to deduce that if you filled in the circles without both-
ering to look at the questions, you could complete the work in a fraction of the time, and
then shut your eyes and lose yourself in erotic eyelid movies until it was time for the next
test. As long as your pencil was neatly stowed and you didn't snore, Mr. Toerag, whose
job it was to wander up and down the rows looking for miscreants, would leave you alone.
That was what Mr. Toerag did for a living, wander around all day looking for people mis-
behaving. I always imagined him at home in the evening walking around the dining room
table and poking his wife with a ruler if she slouched. He must have been hell to live with.
His name wasn't really Mr. Toerag, of course. It was Mr. Superdickhead.
