"It's magnificent," he says quietly, recovering from his startle. He closes his tome on Lunarian agriculture and sets it down with its fellows: texts on economy, recent history, war tactics and--strangely enough--a book on romantic poetry.
"Have the students left?" he asks, standing. "Or are they waiting for their papers to be read?"
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"Have the students left?" he asks, standing. "Or are they waiting for their papers to be read?"