7.0: Teaser: The Subtle Intents of the Disorder of Catastrophe
Fabian is carrying out his morning chores. Just after breakfast, every day, he is charged with walking (or slithering : it is up to him!) through the Potting Shed and checking all is in order and dealing with what is not. Colleagues clear their breakfast crockery themselves. Others do the washing up and putting away. Still others sweep the floors. Fabian’s job is to cast an eye over everything and deal with anything that has been missed. Most mornings, there is nothing to be done. But today he sees that the waste paper bin near Alcock’s office area has not been emptied. No one in the Potting Shed has their own room. It is not a big enough building for that. The fact that Hipparchus has somehow carved off a private study using bookcases is an exception that everyone is too polite to mention or even feel envy about. He has his own cross to bear: he teaches Lottie ! Even the Chairman of the Potting Shed does not actually have an office. By tradition, the corner beyond and to the lef...
