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This scene is one sentence long. Between the midnight dorm-room dialogue and the next scene sits a single status line: the medical attaché — the Boston ear-nose-throat man from pp. 33–37 — at 2010h on 1 April, "still watching the unlabelled entertainment cartridge." Nobody else appears; nothing else happens. That a scene can be one sentence is itself the news here: the book's units come in any size it likes, and this one is shaped like an entry in a log.
Terms, in order of appearance
- 2010h (p. 42) — 24-hour clock: 8:10 p.m. The military-style time-stamp is the sentence's whole furniture.
After you read: three things
1. Do the subtraction. His last scene ended with an oddly specific clock reading: he settled in with tray and cartridge at 1927h (p. 37). It is now 2010h. Forty-three minutes, and the verb hasn't changed — "is still watching." The p. 37 timestamp turns out to have been set up precisely so you could perform this arithmetic; the book is trusting you to carry the number across thirty pages of other people's lives.
2. The interiority is gone. On pp. 33–37 you were deep inside this man — his fee-scale vanity, his irritation at the mail, his plans for lamb and an early night. Here there is no inside at all: one clause of externally observed fact. A character who was all preferences and grievances has been reduced, grammatically, to a single ongoing predicate. Notice what the sentence does not say: nothing about the lamb, the news summary, or the early night he had planned (p. 37).
3. The form is a case report's. Dated, time-stamped, clinical, terse: this reads like a line from someone's file, and it interrupts an otherwise unrelated stretch of the book to deliver its one fact. The scene's only content is duration — that a specific man, on a specific evening, is still in the chair. Whatever you make of that is inference; all the text asserts is the clock and the verb.
Written only from this scene and earlier pages. Safe to read before you start.