The little demon Azazel (the hero of many an Asimov tale) sends a world-renowned writer
travels back in time to see his first writing teacher at a 1934 school that is remarkably
like Asimov’s own Boys High in Brooklyn.
“Because,” and here he struck his chest a resounding thump, “the burning memories
of youthful snubs and spurnings remain unavenged and, indeed, forever unavengable.”