Suppose that, through whatever contrivances you care to posit, you were given the opportunity to become the world’s greatest expert in.
Now, I don’t mean that you can magically and instantaneously learn everything anyone could possibly know on this topic, but rather you have the financial and chronological leisure to immerse yourself in the topic with as much depth and intensity as you choose. In other words, if you choose physics, you won’t suddenly know how to resolve the theories of quantum mechanics and general relativity; but you will have unlimited and unfettered access to the best research and researchers on the topic.
What subject would you choose?
By the way, anyone who writes “not ending sentences with prepositions” will find him- or herself being eaten alive by genetically engineered winged, flame-spewing, etc howler monkeys.
Seems unwise. I happen to know that the guy you’d be studying under would feed you to the monkeys because
(a) it served his evil plans, or
(b) it didn’t serve any of his current plans but you said something offhand that was an insult to Natalie Portman, or
(c) neither (a) nor (b) was true but he hadn’t done anything evil all week and thus he had an evil villainy quota to fill, or
(d) simply for the yuks.
Every martial art known to man, and then I would go on a ‘hoody’-ridding vigilante spree that would make Charlie B’s character in “Death Wish” look like Ned Flanders on Valium.
