“Do you … want to annotate books and exchange them? Then we can have immediate access to each other’s minds.” “I always annotate, so I’ll give you one when we get home. Hand me yours when you’re ready,” he says. “But I can tell you what it is I’m thinking.” “Which is?” “Ana bahebik. That’s what I’m thinking, feeling. All the time. For the past half year now.” “W ana bahebak, Augustinus.”
