James Wendt stood on the edge. On one side of the edge stood the conventional life of a recent Stanford University graduate making his way in the world of London. On the other side was the life of the newest English Literature teacher at an exclusive Scottish finishing school. He was on the edge between his girlfriend, interning at a prestigious London bank and the Astronomy teacher from Princeton at his new school. He was on the wand edge between the London of Tube stations, Starbucks, a one-room walk-up near Hyde Park and a world where the "laws" of Physics didn't work so much. It was...