I Love you Full And Forever

Bab:3

The inquisition started after dinner. He meekly accepted the standard tapping and beating as he stood in front of the doctor under the lamp.

"Now, will you kindly say, "Ah!"?"

“An!”

If you don't mind, could I ask you once more? “An.”

Say it slowly, and if you can, hold it.

“Ah-h-h-h-h-h—”

“Good.”

How absurd everything seemed. As though his throat were somehow involved! or his lungs or heart!

After all this absurd stretching, the corners of his mouth began to ache. He avoided the doctor's eyes and turned to face the fireplace, past his mother's feet—who were wearing grey slippers—which protruded from the green chair and his father's feet—who were wearing brown slippers—which were arranged neatly side by side on the hearth rug.

“Hm. There is definitely nothing wrong there.

He saw the doctor's eyes were on him and, out of politeness, returned the gaze, but he had the impression that the doctor was being justified in his evasiveness.

Tell me, young man, are you feeling okay.

"Yes, sir, everything is fine."

"No migraines? "No vertigo?"

"I don't think so, no,"

Let me check. If you don't mind, let's buy a book. Yes, thank you, that will be perfect. Now, Paul, if you would just read it, holding it as you normally would—"

He opened the book, starting with:

"And yet more praise have I to offer for this, the city our mother, the gift of a mighty god, a glory of the land most lofty; the might of horses, the might of young horses, the might of the sea.

Since you were the first to demonstrate on these roads the curb that calms down enraged horses, you, son of Cronus, our lord Poseidon, have taken up residence here in this pride.

Along with having a remarkable speed on the brine, the shapely oar, which is suitable for men's hands, follows the hundred-footed Nereids. It is now up to you, O land that is praised beyond all lands, to make those brilliant accolades manifest in deeds.

He hesitantly came to a stop and lowered the large book.

No, contrary to what I initially believed, there are no obvious symptoms of eye strain.

The room was silent, and he noticed that the three persons standing in front of him were closely examining him.

We could inspect his eyes, but I think it's something else.

What might it be? It was his father speaking.

"It's merely this odd forgetfulness—" It was his mother speaking.

They both presented an irritatingly sorry demeanor in the doctor's presence.

"I think it's something different. Paul, I have a question or two that I would really like to ask you. You'll respond to them, won't you, since I'm an extremely close friend of yours? That is accurate!

His back was struck twice by the doctor's large fist, and after that, the doctor gave him a fake smile while scratching the top button of his waistcoat with one fingernail. The only sound was the faint flutter of the flames as they made light prestidigitation against the sooty fireback beyond the doctor's shoulder.

I want to know if there is anything worrying you.

The doctor was grinning once more, his eyelids resting lightly against his tiny, white-lit, black pupils. Why do you ask? Why even respond to him? It was as if one had been stood up on a brilliantly lit stage, under a great round blaze of spotlight, as if one were just a trained seal, a performing dog, or a fish, dipped out of an aquarium and held up by the tail. However, it was all a hassle, this necessity for resistance, this necessity for attention. If he did nothing more than bark or snarl, that would be appropriate for them.

And in the meantime, to miss these final few priceless hours, during which each moment was more gorgeous than the last and more ominous—? He continued to stare, as if from a great distance, at the doctor's light-filled pupils, his stiff artificial smile, and then, beyond, once more, at his parents' and mother's pajamas and the fire's gentle flicker. The snow was in the room's corners, where the shadows were the deepest, behind the sofa, and behind the partially open door leading to the dining room. He could see it and hear it even here, amidst these hostile presences and in this staged light.

It kept itself out of sight, eradicated itself, but distinctly with an air of saying, "Ah, but

This appeared to worry the physician. He sat back in his chair and put one of his large, white hands on each knee. His face started to lose its smile gradually.

Well, Paul! I'm afraid you don't take this nearly seriously enough, he continued, pausing gravely. I believe you might not fully understand—not fully understand— He exhaled quickly and deeply before turning to face the others, seemed speechless and at a loss for words. However, both Mother and Father remained silent, and no assistance was given.

You must be aware that lately, you haven't been quite yourself, right? Do you not realize that? . . .”

It was interesting to observe the doctor's resolute attempt at a smile, complete with a strange, unorganized expression of private shame.