06-17-2014, 11:39 AM
Not a man of the church, then. Such disassociation eliminated many options in Armande's mind regarding Giovanni's purposes. There remained the finite possibility that he truly was a student of sociology as he claimed. Sociology as a science was rooted in the principles of philosophy. Perhaps a discussion about the complicated natures of the discipline would illuminate the truth.
First, Giovanni called him to a marking on the wall. Unlike the previous grafitti that relied on paint, words and design, this was five wicked lines etched into the stone itself.
He came up beside Giovanni and peered close. He said little but laid his own five fingertips into the crevices and drew them down the line of them and so mimicked the gesture that created them.
"They appear to be claw marks, Giovanni. Let us advance. Keep a wary eye out." After briefly checking the flanking wall for additional signs of life, he moved on.
"What school of thought do you apply your interests in this society dark-dwellers you seek?" He asked casually as one philosopher to another. "Symbolic? Functionalist? Or Conflict perspective?" They three terms were naturally academic in nature but formed the basics of dialogue between sociologists. Truthfully, if Giovanni were what he claimed, Armande would sincerely be interested in hearing his answer. He rarely came across someone exposed to the hidden secrets of humanity that was also as well-schooled as himself. After the likes of Father Stone for company, he could use the stimulating conversation.
First, Giovanni called him to a marking on the wall. Unlike the previous grafitti that relied on paint, words and design, this was five wicked lines etched into the stone itself.
He came up beside Giovanni and peered close. He said little but laid his own five fingertips into the crevices and drew them down the line of them and so mimicked the gesture that created them.
"They appear to be claw marks, Giovanni. Let us advance. Keep a wary eye out." After briefly checking the flanking wall for additional signs of life, he moved on.
"What school of thought do you apply your interests in this society dark-dwellers you seek?" He asked casually as one philosopher to another. "Symbolic? Functionalist? Or Conflict perspective?" They three terms were naturally academic in nature but formed the basics of dialogue between sociologists. Truthfully, if Giovanni were what he claimed, Armande would sincerely be interested in hearing his answer. He rarely came across someone exposed to the hidden secrets of humanity that was also as well-schooled as himself. After the likes of Father Stone for company, he could use the stimulating conversation.