[ so he remembers, then, kaveh thinks - not only the memories, but the sensation of them. suddenly he wonders at it, the state of mind of a man who cannot forget a single emotion. his mother had lived her grief all her life, and it was only after she left sumeru for a land far, far away from where her grief stemmed that kaveh started to appreciate the relief that comes with the erosion of memories. being able to forget is a blessing at times. certainly, you hate yourself for doing so in the moment - lost keys, forgotten paperwork, an exam answer sent awry, but the flashbulb memories of your life, the moment of grief and terror - was it not a blessing that eventually time would wear away at this memories and sensations so that you could finally look them in the eye?
kaveh has never seen lestat without a smile. he wonders what troubles a man of his caliber and resilience must have, whether the past is not so much a pale shadow of a ghost but another self of his that follows his steps like a living, breathing entity. ]
Well, I think of that as a boon. [ kaveh says, after a moment of consideration, with a smile. ] If we ever were to stop learning new things and experience little new surprises every now and then, I think life would be terribly dull. An acquaintance of mine and I used to debate what made a life not worth living, and for him, it had always been the capacity to learn. If that was ever taken away from him, that life would no longer have much of a meaning. I think that's the way with most Sumeran scholars, however. We come from the land of knowledge, and our vice has ever been that we let our curiosity lead us - and end us.
[ the look that kaveh gives lestat is speculative. ] Say, if we introduced a new language to you here in this city, could you replicate it? Learning it quickly, I mean. I don't mean to test you the way of lab animal, but my acquaintance is a scholar of languages, and he'd likely find it fascinating, the way you learn.
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kaveh has never seen lestat without a smile. he wonders what troubles a man of his caliber and resilience must have, whether the past is not so much a pale shadow of a ghost but another self of his that follows his steps like a living, breathing entity. ]
Well, I think of that as a boon. [ kaveh says, after a moment of consideration, with a smile. ] If we ever were to stop learning new things and experience little new surprises every now and then, I think life would be terribly dull. An acquaintance of mine and I used to debate what made a life not worth living, and for him, it had always been the capacity to learn. If that was ever taken away from him, that life would no longer have much of a meaning. I think that's the way with most Sumeran scholars, however. We come from the land of knowledge, and our vice has ever been that we let our curiosity lead us - and end us.
[ the look that kaveh gives lestat is speculative. ] Say, if we introduced a new language to you here in this city, could you replicate it? Learning it quickly, I mean. I don't mean to test you the way of lab animal, but my acquaintance is a scholar of languages, and he'd likely find it fascinating, the way you learn.