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50. Ted sat in the lecture hall, the world around him

Ted sat in the lecture hall, the world around him blurring for a moment as his thoughts tangled in the strange coincidence. This Sherman, he mused, the one teaching today’s lecture on shear force and bending moment diagrams, was British, not American. Yet, they shared the same family name. The idea lingered—surely, they must be related somehow.

His mind darted between the two Shermans, their books, their ideas. The more he thought about it, the more the connection seemed possible, even if improbable. Could this lecture on shear force and bending moments, filled with diagrams of static structures, somehow link to the weightier topics of the other Sherman’s books—Know Your Mind and You Live After Death? A strange thought.

As Ted sat quietly, his gaze likely betraying his inner musings, Sherman, the professor, paused mid-sentence. His eyes caught Ted's distracted look, the furrowed brow, the faraway gaze.

"What's the matter, Ted?" Sherman asked, his tone both curious and sharp.

Ted snapped back into the present, suddenly aware of the shift in the room. He blinked, then offered a sheepish smile. "Sorry, just... thinking."

Sherman raised an eyebrow. "Thinking, huh? About shear forces, I hope."

Ted chuckled nervously. "Something like that."

Sherman seemed to scrutinize him for a moment longer, but then he nodded, satisfied with the answer—or perhaps choosing not to press further. Ted quickly refocused, trying to absorb the lecture as Sherman continued explaining the concept of uniformly distributed loads (UDL) and their effects on structures. But, in the back of his mind, the mystery of the two Shermans lingered, intertwining with the technical diagrams, as if the two worlds might somehow meet.


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