Examination |work| — Dr. Stevens' Final

When I walked into his office, he was holding my exam. He handed it to me. At the bottom, beneath my final sentence, he had written in red ink:

Dr. Stevens, you asked for a definition a machine could never possess. Here it is: Understanding is the willingness to be wrong about something you love. dr. stevens' final examination

I set down my pen. There were five minutes left. I did not proofread. When I walked into his office, he was holding my exam

And for some reason, I thought of the little girl with the kite. I smiled. When I walked into his office