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POINT OF VIEW. We are standing in the doorway looking in, framed by the jamb on both sides and the top, and nothing of the viewer is visible: this is his eyes, per MEMORY 28g. Coach Brain has NOT turned round. He is small, absorbed, one hand on the console, completely unbothered that somebody has arrived, and that indifference is what makes him worth being impressed by. The second open door beyond him echoes the corridor without saying anything.