The sun poured out onto the streets. The wind, crisp and dry, howled like a fire storm. And if you blundered to venture out in the sun, you could feel the fiery fingers of heat slip towards your throat to strangle you.
He was a prodigy: At the age of three he could read Eliot, at four he could play Mozart and by the time he was eight he could breeze through calculus. His teachers feared him and his friends shuddered with envy at his very presence.