The Guides

I am more a question -
a proposition
I notice two guides who have followed every proof the advanced class offers to this point. I examine my life. I believe I was a great mathematician whose experience has been effaced. I am trying to once more learn the rules. As the class takes their seats, they are of one kind, and it is that. That is given to them. The guides walk briskly to and fro. I sit in the front row. My condition is a question. The other students here are the numbers. They exist. The guides begin to teach. They have said something to a girl in the second row. A guide explains to the girl that she is the occupant of her desk. If this is allowed to continue, the guide will next tell her that one number is not the next. The guide herself realizes the gravity of the situation.