'Oh. My. God. How. Obtuse. Can. Some. People. Be?' She was beside herself with rage. Livid didn't even begin to describe how she felt. She was way beyond livid. Furiously livid. Exceptionally furious and livid. She played out all the adjectives and nouns in her head, and came to the conclusion that the English language was only capable of letting her down. There were no words. 'Oh. My. God. What. Is. He. Talking. About?' She really could not believe that a 'supposedly intelligent' person could possibly believe she said what this 'supposedly intelligent' person said she said. When she described him and his 'supposed intelligence', she actually thought the words in inverted commas. If she had been able to speak through her apoplexy, she would have said those words with all the sarcasm and irony that she could muster. But she couldn't speak: she could barely think. 'Is. He. Being. Stupid. On. Purpose?' She certainly hoped so, because she didn't want to believe that someone could be so wrong. So utterly and completely wrong. She couldn't believe that anyone could possibly believe that she said what that 'supposedly intelligent' person is saying she said. 'Oh. My. God. How. Did. It. Get. To. This? What. Kind. Of. Moron. Are. You?' A moronic moron. Clearly. An idiotic idiot. Surely. An arsehole. Absolutely.