[The video feed turns on, and George settles back into his chair. He's seated in the infirmary, next to Eddie Spinola's bed. He has a book on his lap. The book would seem to be making little happy noises, except that's impossible. Isn't it
(
Read more... )
Comments 127
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Your book sounds, uh. Cheerful.
Reply
Oh. Yes. It just...wanted some attention. I think.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Hey look, George, I figured out piecrusts! [She pokes it with a fork; after so much practice and some help, they're properly flaky.]
[The camera pulls back and Wanda smiles and waves.]
How's Eddie doing?
Worm that devours--hey, are you reading Dune?
As for what I believe, I believe in what the Greeks called arete. Personal excellence--not just power, or expertise, or virtuous use of them, but the whole package of being the best one can be.
Reply
Mr. Spinola seems to be resting comfortably. Which is more than I can say for myself. This chair is no good for napping, and my shoulder is sore already...
It hasn't said anything about any dunes.
That's very optimistic of the Greeks. I think they mostly believe in sailing in my time.
Reply
Ah, all right. What's the book's title?
Reply
It...hasn't got one. It yells a bit, though.
Reply
As for what I believe in. I believe in nobody having to sacrifice their life for the collective, and in progress over stagnation.
[Private]
Is Eddie still alright?
Reply
[Private]
I believe so. There hasn't been any change. He looks quite peaceful.
Reply
[Private]
Have you been there the whole time?
Reply
[Private]
I'm afraid not. I've left for meals, and to play a game of checkers, and to look for Mr. Holmes.
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
Leave a comment