My Brilliant Nephew Guy

I did not think you knew what an azimuth was, I said to Guy. “I am not a Neolithic,” he told me with a sniff, I know why… Some people misjudge this brilliant child of two months past twelve. His mind goes where others have never had the chance to delve. What do you use it for? I asked, testing him just a bit. “to install satellite dishes,” he said. He is a precocious little chit. We were at the Wambuul river where the Casuarina trees grow. Not an elegant place, but it suited us down to each toe. Guy suggested knapping a bit of flint while we were here. I had some of my tools so I said “of course, why not? where?” His mind was lightyears away, for he had his brain in a book. Reading about quasars, for his mind grabs knowledge like a hook.