Could be, yes. [He leans forward then, looking not at Peggy but rather at the list of words he's got in a neat column all in the book.] But if what I've surmised is true, you also now can never remember the word. Your capability to know it at all has been removed. Take this instance--
[His left hand braced on the back of the chair allows him to point out "Midnight Channel" with the other, steady and careful, as he's still got his glass.]
Two words, and separately the person I spoke to remembered them both. [He glances over at Peggy; as he stands hunched over, they're nearly eye to eye.] Yet as a phrase, they could not hear it when spoken, nor read it as written--so thorough and precise is the process we somehow undergo.
[It'd be impressive if it weren't so cruel and inhumane. So much like the science behind cognitive intrusion, a process which Rip has always despised in practice, even if he can appreciate the developments that have made it possible.
Straightening up once more, Rip resumes his path, much the way that Peggy once more turns the pages. Rather than commenting on what that easy litany might suggest, he opts to focus on her compliment--largely because it seems she's more comfortable veering in such a direction.]
Thank you. I've tried to take care to document all I can. One of the largest hurdles to be overcome, I believe, is trying to find a multi-universal approach to whatever method we take to fight against Wonderland's machinations.
[The notes are there, after all, talk of magic versus science, of the three attempts he's learned of to create portals over the years, of a "Mr. Allen" and his attempt to break through time and it's end results. All efforts made based on the understanding of how such barriers work in particular worlds--but each done without some form of benefit from the other sources, so far as Rip can tell.]
no subject
[His left hand braced on the back of the chair allows him to point out "Midnight Channel" with the other, steady and careful, as he's still got his glass.]
Two words, and separately the person I spoke to remembered them both. [He glances over at Peggy; as he stands hunched over, they're nearly eye to eye.] Yet as a phrase, they could not hear it when spoken, nor read it as written--so thorough and precise is the process we somehow undergo.
[It'd be impressive if it weren't so cruel and inhumane. So much like the science behind cognitive intrusion, a process which Rip has always despised in practice, even if he can appreciate the developments that have made it possible.
Straightening up once more, Rip resumes his path, much the way that Peggy once more turns the pages. Rather than commenting on what that easy litany might suggest, he opts to focus on her compliment--largely because it seems she's more comfortable veering in such a direction.]
Thank you. I've tried to take care to document all I can. One of the largest hurdles to be overcome, I believe, is trying to find a multi-universal approach to whatever method we take to fight against Wonderland's machinations.
[The notes are there, after all, talk of magic versus science, of the three attempts he's learned of to create portals over the years, of a "Mr. Allen" and his attempt to break through time and it's end results. All efforts made based on the understanding of how such barriers work in particular worlds--but each done without some form of benefit from the other sources, so far as Rip can tell.]
I assume you have a set of notes of your own.