"Th'fook is an alchemy?" he asks, face scrunching into a disgruntled, confused disarray. "I'm gonnae do all of it. Math, alegebrae, all the really interestin' stuff. An' crypto-graephy." He stretches the word out carefully. Breaking codes, cracking puzzles - he's pure dead brilliant at it, always has been. They say he can do a scholarship, get the fuck out from the shipyards an' steel mills and go to Oxford.