Clever (like most people of her time, she cannot read or write): I have seen the Bishop's Holy Books, chained in the Cathedral. Is my story written? Told in advance of my living it?
Owl-Chymist: You? (a curled lip/beak) There is no new thing under the sun. The Truth of our Doctrine is obvious, stable, and eternal. My Chymical Experiments bear witness.
Clever (her mind races): Are you never surprised? ... astonished? ... bewildered by Experimental outcomes?
Owl-Chymist: Ah, you speak of a fashionable whimsey among Modern Innovators, those recusant Chymists who invent Hypotheses for every Experiment. New notions, hastily built upon two or three Experiments, are destroyed by a third or fourth. New ideas trumpeted one week are laughed at the next. A fanciful world-view.
Clever, not understanding technical talk, shrugs and opens her Walnut.