Back on track…
In my case, Dawkins ruined my teacher’s childhood dreams. What he did to my childhood, thus, was derivative.
She never told us what it was, but she was on track toward Nobel prize winning work when he dashed her dreams after a short encounter late at night in a bar, when she was only trying to relax after a day of presenting her work. Ten years later, she’s working as a first grade teacher in an inner-city school, and whenever I would outshine my male classmates, she’d pull me aside and say, “you know you’re smarter than the boys, and I know you’re smarter than the boys, but according to Dawkins that’s not scientifically possible so you must stop proving him wrong.” And so I complied, because Dawkins is God to smart people, which I was once.
