Vixen: His youth, his young manhood — year after year of it — he lived friendless, in the crumbling library of a fallen city. Self-taught. Self-loathed. Suffocated by obscurity. There came a brief, glorious time during his maturity, when Kings and Ministers consulted him. Pupils trained with him. Now in old age he is returned to solitude. He pursues the Great Work alone. Or did, until I appeared at the door.
Don’t condemn me. Don’t say my efforts were all trickery. Ours was an excellent collaboration. He enjoyed my form and benefited by my Fox wisdom. I gained access to his laboratory and his books. We came nearer the Great Work than either one of us might have done without the other. So near!