[And those clear differences always shine through, don't they? Even in something as (insofar as Stephen suspects, anyway) "fun" as what she's offering.]
I see. Trying to keep me in suspense.
[So then what's a man to do, other than... take a long time to choose one, his eyes roving over each and every jar, as though he could pick out details in the whirling colors.
He can't.
But he tried.
Eventually, he straightens, and points to the one closest to him.]
do they deserve any kind of fun
I see. Trying to keep me in suspense.
[So then what's a man to do, other than... take a long time to choose one, his eyes roving over each and every jar, as though he could pick out details in the whirling colors.
He can't.
But he tried.
Eventually, he straightens, and points to the one closest to him.]
This one. Front and center.