Ronnie was the kind of boy the nuns spit on. Sometimes for nothing more than ending a sentence with a preposition. Which he only did to piss off Sister Mary Syntax. He was an angry boy channeling the hatred of his father onto the proles that surrounded him. The petty tyrants who could not see his genius through their accusations of stupidity.
He knew he was a superior being. Only he knew why he failed to understand what was so far beneath him. Common knowledge. The false truths. The lies of his teachers betraying his grand vision of the universe.