[He's about to open his mouth to ask what a plane is when that next bit sinks in. And if he were but a lesser man he'd have choked on his wine right there. As it is--]
The fucking moon?
[This is perhaps his first and truest moment of surprise in this hellbegotten place. Magic, he can accept. Cars make a linear sort of sense. Planes, once the concept is described to him, will put him in the mind of a man from Venice once upon a time. But the moon?]
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The fucking moon?
[This is perhaps his first and truest moment of surprise in this hellbegotten place. Magic, he can accept. Cars make a linear sort of sense. Planes, once the concept is described to him, will put him in the mind of a man from Venice once upon a time. But the moon?]