"Seeing to the freeing of those hands," he says. "No one should have to pack fish until they die."
By sets the bottle down. That he has not been rebuffed is a sign that - Well, who knows? Flint's a hard man to read; no way to know whether he actually does want the stuff or not.
"The garum manufacturing center is a metaphor, of course. A synecdoche? That's the right term, isn't it? One thing standing in for something greater? In this case, the institution itself."
Flint's low hum across the scratch of graphite serves as signal that he's paying attention. Byerly and his synecdoches have one ear, at the very least. The bottle, sat there along the edge of the long chart table, apparently doesn't warrant a second glance.
"I trust you have some direction in mind, and that you're not just here to discuss the philosophy."
no subject
By sets the bottle down. That he has not been rebuffed is a sign that - Well, who knows? Flint's a hard man to read; no way to know whether he actually does want the stuff or not.
"The garum manufacturing center is a metaphor, of course. A synecdoche? That's the right term, isn't it? One thing standing in for something greater? In this case, the institution itself."
no subject
"I trust you have some direction in mind, and that you're not just here to discuss the philosophy."