and Champion ended by calling the author himself “a magniloquent spoony.” Less stared at those words like a child taking a test. Magniloquent sounded like praise (but was not). But a spoony? What the hell was a spoony? “It’s like a code,” Less said. “Is he sending messages to the enemy?” He was. “Arthur,” Robert said, holding his hand, “he’s just calling you a faggot.”
