could not keep up even blurting out every fifth or fifteenth or fiftieth
one before it was gone. Finally after a particularly violent barrage
of ideas (which to him was interminable but during which only three
seconds of real time had elapsed) he affirmed, "You could drive all
the way to Europe."
"And it would take you about two weeks of hard
driving, too. Hell, you could even drive to Africa if you were really
fucking crazy, because you'd have to drive through the Middle East
to get there."
"Not necessarily," Fair shot back, "because there
would be a bridge built from Spain to Morocco."
"Yeah," agreed T.S., glancing at the road for the
first time in several minutes.
"The bridge would be split in two, connected in
the middle by Gibraltar -- though I'm not sure
that Gibraltar's position in the strait is in line with the closest
ports of Spain and Morocco ..." Fair thought about it for a nanosecond,
"It wouldn't matter in the slightest, because
a bridge can be built between any two points of land, even if they're
not the two closest ones. Often times they are not. Take for instance
one particular bridge in Ireland which spans the River Shannon. Say
you're heading south to Kerry, this bridge departs from Kilrush, Co.
Clare and ends in Tarbert, Co. Kerry. Now I'll have you know that
neither of these two charming riverside villas are situated at the
nearest points on the north and south shores respectively. Instead
they are situated at the two furthest points along the length
of the Shannon, and by way of the transitive property of algebra they
therefore comprise the endpoints of the longest