Trurl says: “Master and Maestro!
Trurl says: My problem concerns the most important matter in the whole continuum, the happiness of all sentient beings!”, exclaimed Trurl,
Trurl says: and he bent over the strainer that was really a microphone and—as a sinner in a confessional—began to pour into it his feverish words.
Narration: He left out nothing of what had happened since his first conversation with Klapaucius, hid nothing, didn’t even attempt to present things in a better light.
Narration: Cerebron maintained a sepulchral silence at first, but soon, in his characteristic way, was interrupting Trurl’s recital with various snide remarks and indignant snorts.
Master says: But Trurl, caught up in the momentum of his own words, no longer cared, went on and on until every last failure and humiliation had been accounted for.
Master says: Out of breath, he fell silent and waited.
Narration: Cerebron, however, though before it had seemed he would never run out of sneers and snorts, now said nothing, not a single word.
Master says: Only after a good while did he clear his throat and, in a sonorous, almost youthful baritone, say:
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