“Translators!” someone shouted. “We need interpreters!” Fortunato looked expectantly at Tsion, who continued staring straight ahead. “Dr. Ben-Judah,” Fortunato implored, “is there someone who can translate? Whom are you using?” Tsion did not look at him.
Even God treats Fortunato as the but of passive-aggressive pranks. How are we, the readers, supposed to take him seriously as a threat when every scene he’s in is just him getting dunked on?
