"Man, I don't even know. Is he. Christ. Is he... okay? Like. This is normal? Good. Fine. Great, even. I can deal with that. It just doesn't make a lot of sense to me. He's stacking all these psych textbooks and diagnostic manuals, but if he's like you and I, then there's no way it's remotely applicable to the actual function of his brain."
I don't want him trying to psychoanalyse me, Dirk doesn't say.
He knows perfectly where that there are theorists out there, hypotheses and suggestions made more in seriousness and less in jest than the author will let on. Fans of his. 'Fans' of his. So it wouldn't--shouldn't--bother him even if Hythlodaeus did try.
But, well. What can he say? He just really hates guessing games. Especially when he's not been invited.
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"Man, I don't even know. Is he. Christ. Is he... okay? Like. This is normal? Good. Fine. Great, even. I can deal with that. It just doesn't make a lot of sense to me. He's stacking all these psych textbooks and diagnostic manuals, but if he's like you and I, then there's no way it's remotely applicable to the actual function of his brain."
I don't want him trying to psychoanalyse me, Dirk doesn't say.
He knows perfectly where that there are theorists out there, hypotheses and suggestions made more in seriousness and less in jest than the author will let on. Fans of his. 'Fans' of his. So it wouldn't--shouldn't--bother him even if Hythlodaeus did try.
But, well. What can he say? He just really hates guessing games. Especially when he's not been invited.