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[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian's back at her booth, furiously writing.

That magazine will feel the Wrath of Demosthenes, for certain, and also of Trillian, astrophysicist and friend.

She also has a glass of merlot. Yes, before noon.

Perhaps it's inspiration.

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[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"Am I?" She smiles cooly. "May I ask why?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He gives her a puzzled look, as if she were asking him what color the sky was. "It is the way of things," he says. "All women are to be treated as nobility, and all children as one's own, and all men are brothers in times such as the one I came from. It is how we lived. It is how we survived. And so you are a Lady, whether you were born a princess or a pauper."

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"Or a simple middle-class Islington girl," Trillian nods, managing to accept this. "Shall I call you Lord Gorlim, then?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "Not unless it pleases you to call me that, for I am no Lord. Traitor I am, and even had I held the title once, it would be forfeit."

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm certainly not going to refer to you as Traitor Gorlim. I believe that just Gorlim will suit - it is a rather nice name, unless you'd prefer one in Dutch."

Which is Trillian's chosen language of throwing in random words.