Wahrheit und andere Irrtümer

[Enkidu]

The cat twitched again as he curled back onto his seat, observing the unflorid Speer with a perplexed, curious air, before casting the tablet aside, dissuaded, as though the master had somehow offended him. Not that he would ever inform Speer of that irritant, of course.
“My eyes?” Asmodeus lisped, narrowing the subject matter. “My eyes makes for poor observance, as does singular reason. Bur reason and eyes, in tandem, make for vigilant sentinels”. He shrugged, more explicitly than the first.

“Autoine is a man driven by multiple magnetism, and thus finds himself torn towards opposing fields – necessity and amusement. The first is a labour, the second, irresistible”. He finished, draining the glacial mug to its dregs with a restrained aplomb.

“…The necessary quality of Autoine’s profession, indeed, the conceptive mother of his soul is the clandestine; personal secrecy, and the acquisition of the secrets of others. This is a factor of his position, yes, but… hm”.

“…I am not fond of the proposition, master. You feed a dog, you bate a wolf; yet we execute the inverse. The man has had four months since the impromptu announcement of his retirement to fade into the shadows, yet he has not done so. Released the reigns? Yes. Left saddle? No. Regardless of reasoning, he will not roll over for us… for you, master”. Asmodeus added tactfully – suffixing in submission.

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