[Accepting the notebook, he reads over the other man's writings carefully. Takes his time to savour the precision of it, the control of the language, the flow. Then, the images begin to hit him - stark and unpolished, despite the polished finish of the poetic form itself. It's remarkable. Perhaps not beautiful, perhaps there are no pretty words to be found in the cluster, but you can't ignore it. You can't read it and remain ignorant. Claude doesn't push the notebook back to its owner. He keeps it, for the time being. Because it feels enriched.]
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[Accepting the notebook, he reads over the other man's writings carefully. Takes his time to savour the precision of it, the control of the language, the flow. Then, the images begin to hit him - stark and unpolished, despite the polished finish of the poetic form itself. It's remarkable. Perhaps not beautiful, perhaps there are no pretty words to be found in the cluster, but you can't ignore it. You can't read it and remain ignorant. Claude doesn't push the notebook back to its owner. He keeps it, for the time being. Because it feels enriched.]