[ He is not, as it happens, busy. The spy novel (billed as a true memoir of the author’s time as an antivan halconero, a still more rarified order of assassins) is too recently shut to qualify. ]
Mlle Tavane,
[ A sweeping gesture to the – four chairs, two desks. Atop this one rests a plain wooden globe, beside some smaller glass orb, marbles; a series of jars, empty, else full for paper scraps, another, the flapping wings of moths.
There’s something of the territorial for the rowdy sprawl of it. The other half of the room,
Presumably better-ordered. At any rate, the archivist is out. ]
no subject
Mlle Tavane,
[ A sweeping gesture to the – four chairs, two desks. Atop this one rests a plain wooden globe, beside some smaller glass orb, marbles; a series of jars, empty, else full for paper scraps, another, the flapping wings of moths.
There’s something of the territorial for the rowdy sprawl of it. The other half of the room,
Presumably better-ordered. At any rate, the archivist is out. ]
Now strikes the perfect time.