"Pardon? ... . The spell was broken.
She had first listened silently, doubting listen. In general, they become immune from any disagreement with a confidence mutual legal. But there he was exaggerating, it went too far. Its logic could not bear such weight. How could he lose that? It was the reason. She left him and move forward into the unknown, waiting for his mistakes until irreversible. And every sentence he added, it reinforced his argument impending reprimand.
She was ready now, in ambush. At the next pause, she shoot him.
"..." It comes down to it, watch it. Jubilant, she takes offense:
"Pardon? ... Do you really believe what you just said? Think for a moment! How dare you say that? Are you so ... "
He had returned to him violently from his torpor. Too confident, too at ease, he had not noticed anything. Now, he measured the risk taken against the implacable logic. The latter, he used it usually master. So many times it had laid off an audacious spirit. Today, the noose is closing in on him, the expert, the virtuoso. Caught in the act of dubious inspiration, he was charmed by a hasty perception, an intuition he thought crucial. Unarmed, he accepted the reprimand as a child scolded.
"You who are usually ...". Too drunk for this power, she would leave him no way out. They were bent, the compression up nothing, she wanted to vacuum. See the shot did not calmed. Only the supremacy of reason were in the name of Truth, his suit personal pride.
A moment before, he had yet experienced the euphoria of freedom. They had discussed a subject that interested him especially lately. So he had reported some of these experiences without distorting too much, just focusing on what intrigued Then, in a silence he believed an accomplice, he advanced slowly towards intuition. Interpreting silence to its advantage of his friend, he ventured increasingly into the general assessment, with no arguments, no other support than this complicity. The latter forgive any nonsense, any immorality. He slowly gained precision, and every sentence, every step he left the frustration of complexity for take his thoughts with a liberating pleasure.
Now, his intuition was clearly expressed. He paraphrased as evidence. She needed her own. He had left his reserve stairs, and now he floated, he levitated in the charm of intuition. Welfare over him. Relieved to be understood, he received the evidence. In a final statement enjoyable, it left room for a glorious silence.
"Pardon? ... "(You're lost)
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