[His upper lip twitches, like he's going to curl it at Lambert. But instead, he says:]

.... I know enough.

[Except once he's started, he can't hold it in, can't hold it together, and words start pouring out--as they often do, accompanied by increasing excitement rather than contempt.]

Every word, every truth contained in those pages, I know. I'd seen the signs, the clues before--the patterns, the reflections, the distorted echoes of what you'd call truth. With enough repetition, even a creature as stupid as I am can still learn.

I already told you--

The pillars are part of what it's about, not the other way around.

So why are you surprised?

Even I know meaning when I see it.

Its truth was already engraved in my purpose, writ into my blood. I could not forget what I read in it.

[....not yet, anyway.]