Autor doesn't--couldn't ever--forget Fakir. He diagrams Prinz und Rabe again, starting at the first chapter and working his way through. Plot, word construction, foreshadowing--he's seen it all before, and almost knows the book by heart, now. Still, it needs done, and it passes the time.
It's several hours before he stretches at the desk, glancing up to check on his wayward pupil. Autor fills a glass half-full of water and approaches Fakir. "Here. It wouldn't do to have you pass out from the effort of thinking."
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Date: 2015-01-27 10:58 pm (UTC)It's several hours before he stretches at the desk, glancing up to check on his wayward pupil. Autor fills a glass half-full of water and approaches Fakir. "Here. It wouldn't do to have you pass out from the effort of thinking."