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Apr. 21st, 2010 06:13 pmHavelock, in an effort to keep his mind of various things, is writing letters in the library, secluded at a desk and left alone by librarians, possibly out of recognition of a kindred spirit, possibly just out of self-preservation.
(Admittedly, this is itself part of an experiment into how completely he can keep his mind clear of incriminating thought trails. Multi-tasking is a way of life.)
Most are still in the draft stages, although one to Lilly is finished - writing in cipher is easy enough, even if their delivery methods are rather roundabout - and he has several piles of sheets in various stages scattered around him. It's organised chaos to Havelock, and presumably just chaos to anyone else.
He stares, intent for a moment on the line he has just written, narrows his eyes critically, and crosses it through.
It's such a temptation to go too far into irony when manipulating politicians.
(Admittedly, this is itself part of an experiment into how completely he can keep his mind clear of incriminating thought trails. Multi-tasking is a way of life.)
Most are still in the draft stages, although one to Lilly is finished - writing in cipher is easy enough, even if their delivery methods are rather roundabout - and he has several piles of sheets in various stages scattered around him. It's organised chaos to Havelock, and presumably just chaos to anyone else.
He stares, intent for a moment on the line he has just written, narrows his eyes critically, and crosses it through.
It's such a temptation to go too far into irony when manipulating politicians.
