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couldn’t wait to hear what she’d share next.
    “I’m sorry to bother you, but for a while now we have been searching for your last few quotes. So far, no one has been able to find a source for this recent material,”
    she explained. “Did you give us everything you have?”
    she asked. “Could you have any more clues you may have forgotten—or that you are willing to share?”
    Now I was even more bewildered. How could the source of this material suddenly not be found?
    Considering the massive resources they had available, this did not make sense. And we had been doing so well! My librarian friend promised to continue her search, yet her efforts remained fruitless. Week after week, I sent more quotes but received no positive replies.
    I began to wonder once again if I could be writing the material myself.
    Even the students questioned me. One astute young girl thought she had it figured out. “Are you sure you’re not writing this? Couldn’t you actually be the author, even though your conscious mind does not know?”
    But as the information continued to stream into the classroom, I was more certain than ever that this was not true. I was not the author of this material any more than I had been the author of the quotes from the ancients.
    Several students and I now gathered informally before or after school and discussed it. The students had latched onto Steve’s theory—that indeed a portal had opened into this classroom from some secret, inner library. It sounded like science fiction, but we had no other explanation, and they favored this one.
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    Was this how other authors received their material?
    Was it why people say there is nothing new under the sun? Who knew?
    Perhaps all the knowledge of the universe was hidden away, only to be exposed by writers who found the secret to mining it. Was I mining this material in some way?
    Did that actually make me the author, or at least an author, as some students believed?
    No, I was not getting ideas or philosophy like other authors. I was receiving exact quotes that often I could not even understand.
    One thing was very clear: we still had more questions than answers.
    F or weeks, a tooth had been bothering me, and I needed to visit the dentist. Unfortunately, the doctor had no appointments available in the evening, so I was forced to take time away from school. Reluctantly, I scheduled a time to see him during the day and asked the school to bring in a substitute teacher only for the afternoon. I prepared worksheets for the students—
    material that we would discuss the following day. This way, the substitute would only have to hand out the papers and let the students work on them.
    The substitute, Mr. Adams, a young man I had never met before, arrived over an hour early. I tried to direct him to the teacher’s lounge to wait until I left, but he did not want to go. He explained he came early to observe my class so he would be better prepared.
    “How conscientious,” I agreed.
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    that I would not be able to explain, I tried to discourage him from coming to observe. I told him the classes he would supervise would be quite different from the one that was about to begin. I asked him again to go to the lounge and wait.
    “Please?” was all he said. I was not happy about it, but he was so polite and insistent, what could I say? I asked him to sit quietly in the back of the classroom.
    But at the first opportunity, Mr. Adams raised his hand to ask a question. Impatiently, I asked what he needed. Bright-eyed and full of