[Alois follows along intently, absorbing this information with more voracity than any physical appetite he has. (He's usually a very light eater.) His eyes are directed to every individual Joker singles out. But as Joker finishes speaking, Alois stares at him, instead. He stares and stares—he might even be trying to practice what Joker has just told him.
Finally his concentration breaks, and the heat of his eyes and furrowed eyebrows lets up. He sinks in his seat, not very lordly, and hugs his coat more tightly while he looks out across the cacophonous crowd.]
I never know what anyone's thinking. [His voice only barely beats the music in volume.] It's ghastly... Whatever it is, it's probably bad.
[There's his patented pessimism, which has gotten markedly worse during his stay with the Carnival.
He really wants to ask, What have you learned about me? But that's too scary.]
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Finally his concentration breaks, and the heat of his eyes and furrowed eyebrows lets up. He sinks in his seat, not very lordly, and hugs his coat more tightly while he looks out across the cacophonous crowd.]
I never know what anyone's thinking. [His voice only barely beats the music in volume.] It's ghastly... Whatever it is, it's probably bad.
[There's his patented pessimism, which has gotten markedly worse during his stay with the Carnival.
He really wants to ask, What have you learned about me? But that's too scary.]