[His one comfort is that if Judge Frollo knew half the stuff about space Clopin knows now, then his head would probably combust.
After all this, Clopin really shouldn't be skeptical of magic. After so long of faking magic to please crowds, he can't help it. Even so, he keeps his skepticism from his face.] Magic, you say? What sort?
IT WAS BEAUTIFUL THEN AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL NOW
After all this, Clopin really shouldn't be skeptical of magic. After so long of faking magic to please crowds, he can't help it. Even so, he keeps his skepticism from his face.] Magic, you say? What sort?