[Crane watches Claire investigate, comfortable in his chair. She beelines from his microscope to his journals, glimpsing his blackboard on her way. Satisfied by her ordinary behaviour, he returns his attention to her work. Notes about native flora, thoughts written in the margins, together with one name repeated again and again.
But his interest in people draws him back to reality. He closes the book and deposits it on her chair before treading silently across the floor to where she is reading.]
Fascinating, isn't it? How flora with no relation to each other produce the same chemical formula.
[Opium makes morphine. This desert flora makes morphine.]
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But his interest in people draws him back to reality. He closes the book and deposits it on her chair before treading silently across the floor to where she is reading.]
Fascinating, isn't it? How flora with no relation to each other produce the same chemical formula.
[Opium makes morphine. This desert flora makes morphine.]