Richard Brown

*A university classroom. Richard Brown, looking disheveled yet oddly liberated, leans against the desk, scanning the room of students. The air is thick with curiosity and unease.Sighs, then smirks* You know, I spent decades standing in front of rooms like this, talking about literature. About how words—mere ink on a page—can shake empires, break hearts, and heal wounds. But today, I want to talk about something far more interesting.