Joel intended to make himself fit for civil life and work. He had a plan. But for that he needed money, and so he’d turned his talent to account. He could read character in handwriting: if you called it graphology, it sounded like something you could charge for. As such, he’d built up a bit of a reputation and a growing clientele, enough to afford this poxy little room all to himself and start to accumulate savings. He was a respectable member of society if you didn’t look too closely and Fowler’s disapproval was neither here nor there.
This kind of paragraph is what I need to do for jade. Something like jade knew she was different afterward. She stumbled through her classes with somnolent determination, Earning a S. in a fugue state Without committing a single fact to memory
