"Tell me more of your friends," says Laertes, remembering how it felt to hear of Enjolras's closest companions--as though, for a moment, their ghosts filled the narrow compass of the grounds, and their two disjunctive worlds overlaid each other like a palimpsest. (And, admittedly, he's also remembering Claudius's coy remarks about Nightingale's apprentice.)
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Date: 2023-11-29 02:15 pm (UTC)