But just then Lindsay, from her junior tutorial, showed up at the open door and, without knocking, slumped down in the one visitor chair the two officemates shared. ‘So, I was thinking about what you were saying the other day in class.’ Without so much as a greeting, the lanky junior seemed to be off and running. ‘And I was wondering, you know, what you meant by a fake or falsified or somehow ‘untrue’ book. I mean, there are so many options here, and, really, the way you posed the question contained just too many ambivalent features. I mean, when you say “book,” what do you mean? Were you talking about the book as an object or the text, which, after all, is really what the book is about?’ She stopped here to make quote marks with her finger. ‘I mean, what is the book as we know it in an epistemological sense?’ To her right, Dulcie could hear Lloyd snort. At least he was amused. ‘I mean the text, Lindsay.’ She glanced over at Lloyd, in part to resist deconstructing her student’s use of air quotes and in part to keep her from seeing that she was rolling her eyes.
