It must be said, this is the most handsome political economist you've ever encountered.

Something about his jawline makes you overly aware of your skin, your posture. Your right nipple hardens.

People have opinions, and bribable brains, and all sorts of fluids. Some even like circuses. Even decade-old silicon is an improvement.

ONE NATIONAL COMPUTER IN THE RIGHT HANDS COULD BE, AS THEY SAY, A GAME-CHANGER.

No twitch, no hesitation. He's reclined into that reality long ago.

If a woman of means wants him over her other options, that makes him a luxury. He likes that.

A pair of blue boxer briefs hang from a washline in Besanoble. A plain dress shirt crumpled on a cold bedroom floor in Landau. Somewhere in Treffe, a man leans on a marble counter, breath shallow from exhaustion.

IT'S NOT LOVE, ONLY THE BOURGEOIS MATRIARCH'S MALADY: SURPLUS CAPITAL, YET A LACK OF PUMP ACTION FROM THE MASSES.

He seems slightly offended that you're not already familiar with the reputation of Tsunese men.

Traces of a born romantic linger in the man's voice. This was a doomed endeavour from the very beginning.

Watching, trembling from invisible afflictions.

Being sent to organise among the lunar cadmium miners is a common punishment for political offenses in the People's Republics.

IT IS A PRIVILEGE TO RAISE CLASS CONSCIOUSNESS AMONG OUR LUNAR COMRADES.

He must be lost.

Keep moving.

There's no logical connection between any of these things.

Boring! Lame! Derivative!

Pages filled with heart, with soul -- attempting to put into words the inscrutable feelings unique to these modern times.

That cryptograms page is the only one worth bothering with.

You've hit your limit when it comes to encounters with the human condition.

THIS ONLY SERVES THE PEOPLE AS AN EXAMPLE OF THE MEDIOCRITY THEY SHOULD AVOID.

Experimentation inside a given medium is the only way its boundaries can be discovered and transgressed.

There's at least one of these in every issue.

Desire from absence.

Maybe that's why you were taken out of action for five years. The non-Hershel highlights the need for the real-Hershel.

You are the nib from which life spills, captured across the page.

Focusing on the relentless black on white of the pages make your eyes strain with effort.

Both showcase a serious passion for cryptography -- done purely for the love of it.

Hopefully the Editor-in-Chief will have made a dent in HOLOCENE's work soon.

The Editor-in-Chief said she's responsible for this page. Perhaps she could help you decode HOLOCENE's work.

Whoever made the magazine's cryptograms page could help you decode HOLOCENE's work.

The person in charge of the magazine should know -- the Editor-in-Chief.

Someone from the magazine must deliver each of the issues to the Honour Book Stall...

Whoever the Editor-in-Chief of the magazine is should know.

You've already solved two ciphers since you've returned, so they should be child's play.

No need to waste time on anything that doesn't directly help with your assignment. You can't start doing cryptograms for fun.

You've already solved HOLOCENE's cipher since you returned, so they should be child's play.

Don't waste time on anything that doesn't directly help with your assignment. You still haven't solved the cipher left behind by PSEUDOPOD.

You've already solved Tempo's cipher since you returned, so you've had a little practice, at least.

If you want something to solve, you still have HOLCENE's cipher to decode.

Though you are yet to solve a single cipher since you've returned. You may be a little rusty.

Don't waste time on anything that doesn't directly help with your assignment. You still haven't solved the cipher left behind by PSEUDOPOD.

HOLOCENE would have loved this section. Cryptograms were his thing.

HOLOCENE would love this section. Cryptograms are his thing.

Must be the acknowledgement that the Civilisation Trust demands from the cultural products it funds.

CLAW MARKS LEFT BEHIND BY THE VULTURE OF CAPITAL.

Seems like an acknowledgement of some kind.

Thanking someone or something that helps to make the magazine possible.

That's the building where the Luzian prisoner is being held. The site of your interrogation.

Checks