But when I tried to meet her eye now, she pointedly looked away, and fixed her red and swollen eyes on the big stained-glass window above the slate. Since {a} it was dark outside and {b} the window depicted Saunt Grod and his research assistants being beaten with rubber hoses in the dungeons of some Praxic Age spy bureau and {c} Tulia had already spent something like a quarter of her life in this room, I reckoned that inspecting the window wasn't really the point.
( Neal Stephenson )
[ Anathem ]
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