Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

The Morbid Socialite perked at that, listening intently, in more than just a passive politeness. No, they were at full attention, hanging onto every word. "Would you? Could you? I wish not to engulf the classroom in flames, but if there is some other use of the Correspondence, a redirection of material into energy, then have you perhaps discovered it? What might the Correspondence do when applied differently? How might certain materials react and can it produce something else besides fire? Please, show me, I must know!" If the Socialite had not held himself back, it was doubtless he would be taking the Mechanic by the shoulders with such intensity as to cause bruising.