Natty's gaze followed the ghost uneasily as he floated upward, but he felt no desire to freeze or flee. Or indeed fight, of course. He had never spoken to a ghost before, and was very interested.
... Did the ghost just quote Roman poetry? Wait, maybe he was a Roman poet? No, he did not seem it — but Natty was ill-educated in history, he could not place the period of the man's garb or wordage.
"Wheels – keels – ideals – ordeals -" "Feels", Natty suggested, the verb springing to mind almost at once. It seemed obvious, to him, that a ghost, a writer, a poet, would dwell on what he feels. And indeed on what he could no longer feel.
He slightly opened his mouth to speak again, only to close it. He had many, many questions for the dead. But they were on the ghost's turf, and the author did not wish to disrupt a poet's musings.
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... Did the ghost just quote Roman poetry? Wait, maybe he was a Roman poet? No, he did not seem it — but Natty was ill-educated in history, he could not place the period of the man's garb or wordage.
"Wheels – keels – ideals – ordeals -" "Feels", Natty suggested, the verb springing to mind almost at once. It seemed obvious, to him, that a ghost, a writer, a poet, would dwell on what he feels. And indeed on what he could no longer feel.
He slightly opened his mouth to speak again, only to close it. He had many, many questions for the dead. But they were on the ghost's turf, and the author did not wish to disrupt a poet's musings.