“Aristide said, after he was allowed to speak. “Of course I’d have to see the data.” Pablo stooped over the table to mash out a cigaret. “You miss the point.” He had stalked all over the room during the course of his harangue; he’d lit a half-dozen cigarets but stubbed them out before he finished them; he’d called to Courtland, or whatever was monitoring this conversation, for a glass of water, and had it delivered by a polite, silent woman whose eyes shone with adoration at the sight of... her chief. He’d picked out books from the shelf and flipped through them, his glance barely grazing the pages as he talked on. His mood had swung from exultation to fury and back again. Aristide had the idea that Pablo hadn’t had anyone to talk to in a very long time. “When we create a universe,” Pablo said, “we do it with extreme calculation and care, to make certain there are no mistakes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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