Master says: “All right, what is it now? Who called me? What do you want? Why do you wake me from the dead at this time of night?
Master says: They won’t let one rest in peace, will they—every minute some idiot gets it into his head to resurrect me. Speak up, whoever you are! What, afraid?
Master says: I warn you, if I have to break open this coffin and come out . . .”
Trurl says: “Ma—master and Maestro!
Trurl says: It’s me, Trurl!”, stammered Trurl, terrified by this irascible greeting from his old professor;
Narration: he lowered his head and stood in that position of submission the pupils of Cerebron always assumed whenever there was a well-deserved scolding to endure.
Narration: It was as if time had suddenly been turned back six hundred years.
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