He doesn't close the book. But there a cut of golden eyes in that direction. The twinge in his cheek might be winning. By microscopic increments.
"Then you would point out it still hasn't actually progressed enough."
It wasn't like the paintings and photo's of decades all over this house, their storage, disproved that any more than it proved it. One day technology might match them. But it was still long in coming. And it was far more amusing, here and now, with Carlisle's baffled curiosity on the screen, anyway.
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He doesn't close the book. But there a cut of golden eyes in that direction.
The twinge in his cheek might be winning. By microscopic increments.
"Then you would point out it still hasn't actually progressed enough."
It wasn't like the paintings and photo's of decades all over this house, their storage, disproved that any more than it proved it. One day technology might match them. But it was still long in coming. And it was far more amusing, here and now, with Carlisle's baffled curiosity on the screen, anyway.