VIII. Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you!

[epigrammatical]

[AUDIO, public. The morning after the event ends and Tu Vishan starts moving again.]

I am not alone, I gather, in detecting a change in the air here. It is rather like waking on the very first day of the Season, with all the possibility that lies ahead—or waking the morning after the last day, with the happy knowledge that one need not be at home to anyone that day. We have, I suppose, escaped the fate of Des Esseintes's tortoise.

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[AUDIO, private to Dorian Gray.]

I have finished Mr Findley's novel, Dorian. A most marvellous book; quite gorgeous and affecting.

But I must ask you, dear boy—is what he writes about Oscar true?

[He's already guessed that it is. This is less a real question than the confirmation of a sense of creeping dread.]

Comments

Re: voice;

[candystriped]

Do I have to meet him?

[ Yes Stocking, that's kind of the point of a job's employer... ]

Re: voice;

[epigrammatical]

That is generally how employment works, yes.

Re: voice;

[candystriped]

... all right. Are you going to be there?

Re: voice;

[epigrammatical]

It is very likely that I shall.

Re: voice;

[candystriped]

All right.

[ For some reason, that seems to clear something up. ]

Just let me know when, I guess.

Re: voice;

[epigrammatical]

You will find me there tomorrow afternoon, if you like.

Re: voice;

[candystriped]

All right. I'll see you then.