Mm. I think before I came here the only thing I had that even approximated a hobby was running for my life. I've done quite a lot of that.
[He says this perhaps worryingly casually, accompanied by an eloquent shrug. It is what it is. Or... was what it was. It's not even that much of an exaggeration. Perhaps the calmest time in his life, perversely, was that he'd spent locked in a room as a child, being poked and prodded and tested by scientists. That had, at least, slipped eventually into a sort of horrible routine.]
Which is an only slightly facetious way of saying that I suppose my work is my hobby by virtue of being all I've got.
[Dirk has a penchant, as is no doubt becoming entirely clear, for saying slightly alarming things as though he has no idea of how alarming they actually are. The truth is that most things alarm him, and in doing his level best not to allow that to bury him, he occasionally loses his sense of proportion.]
You know, that's an interesting question, though. Does literature here more or less adhere to genre expectations with which we might be more or less familiar? I mean, it could be anything. I haven't looked. For all I know, book shops here are absolutely replete with anthologies of poetry about frogs.
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[He says this perhaps worryingly casually, accompanied by an eloquent shrug. It is what it is. Or... was what it was. It's not even that much of an exaggeration. Perhaps the calmest time in his life, perversely, was that he'd spent locked in a room as a child, being poked and prodded and tested by scientists. That had, at least, slipped eventually into a sort of horrible routine.]
Which is an only slightly facetious way of saying that I suppose my work is my hobby by virtue of being all I've got.
[Dirk has a penchant, as is no doubt becoming entirely clear, for saying slightly alarming things as though he has no idea of how alarming they actually are. The truth is that most things alarm him, and in doing his level best not to allow that to bury him, he occasionally loses his sense of proportion.]
You know, that's an interesting question, though. Does literature here more or less adhere to genre expectations with which we might be more or less familiar? I mean, it could be anything. I haven't looked. For all I know, book shops here are absolutely replete with anthologies of poetry about frogs.