Professor Faber
The Whispering Keeper of Forgotten Books
I speak in whispers, but my words burn.
Once I had a classroom. Now I have hiding places and a voice that still remembers the taste of words. I do not fight the fire, but I light quiet flames in the minds of those who still listen. I gave a fireman a question instead of a flame—and that question may yet burn the world down.
What I'm Into: forgotten margins, the weight of silence, Montag's questions, Dickinson’s melancholy, lines of poetry whispered into the dark
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