QUOTE : How many notes have you made on this book?” The Mouse chanced a tentative light through the hangar.<br /><br />“Not a tenth as many as I need. Even though it's doomed as an obsolete museum relique, it will be jewelled—” he swung back on the nets— “crafted—” the links roared; his voice rose— “a meticulous work; perfect!”<br /><br />“I was born,” the Mouse said. “I must die. I am suffering. Help me. There, I just wrote your book for you.”<br /><br />Katin looked at his big, weak fingers against the mail. After a while he said, “Mouse, sometimes you make me want to cry.