Tom Gray was liked by his adolescents. They liked that he was young, and dressed like they did, and could talk like them without sounding like a Simulant. The females also liked his hair.

“So,” the teacher said, a boyish blond lock falling across his forehead, “as you watch this mandatory viz today, I want you to keep the words of Eric Arthur Blair in mind: ‘History is written by the winners.’ ”

Which was true, as far as it went, but better amended, “. . .by the most recent winners.”

From Go, Mutants, p. 76