The Genius

I wish I was a simpleton, the all-knowing said to me. Tickling me so much I almost slapped myself on my knee. She is a genius, she tells people all the time, as far as she can see. My intellect is too brilliant to measure, she says with weird-like glee. A simpleton would say something like this, if you ask the likes of me. But what would I know? A genius I shall never be.