In the early morning hours, I run towards my workspace. My home is very far away, so I need to run a long time, need to run without stopping. Sometimes after running halfway I get discouraged, but quickly muster up some energy. With the tip of my nose aimed at my workplace, I run towards it, at great speeds.
Today (every today, yet another today), as in the past, I hear my deep nasal breathing as I run, then I begin to pant in great huffs and puffs. Yet, I keep at it. My coworkers are waiting for me. We’ll labor together at the workspace.
Dr. Green paced about in his private clinic, sullenly looking over the floor, the light red medicine stains catching his eye. He went to the window and pulled the dark green curtains closed. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of Gelb the butcher crossing the plaza and heading towards him and this apartment he rented. Intuitively, Green knew that Gelb was coming to him as a patient. And sure enough, not five minutes later, the clinic doorbell rang. Green shook off his mood, put on a slight smile, and opened the door.
“Fadecraft” is to most people an unfamiliar word. It is actually a very special popular art form. In the course of preparing for this interview, I have begun to have some slight understanding of this art’s core substance, but if you wanted me to describe it, I wouldn’t know where to begin. Today, we are fortunate to have fadecraft master, Mr. Drayton join us; and I’m confident that in talking to him, the mysterious fog enveloping this subject can be dispersed.
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