Behind the Green Door

A real coolness this morning at breakfast. Torquil is really unhappy about the "green door" decision. He sat there breaking his toast into tiny pieces and muttering that the treatment of the Cathars was only marginally worse. And he said that certain people - certain people with pointy hats - are out of touch with what the ordinary Beaker person in the Moot is thinking. That we are not - whatever we claim - all in it together.

Or so I'm told. I was in my suite of rooms having breakfast alone. I find I function better if I don't have to hear the clatter and chatter first thing. And I'm allergic to cheap coffee and "value" bread.