The boy was wild and perfect, standing on the central table and clapping his hands. He had the eyes of a saint, Frau Möller recalled afterwards, an earthly saint like Francis, or a great thinker like Galileo. She had noticed him when he came in, past her little alcove by the door. She was not there to oversee the youth club. The young were specifically enjoined by the Party to organise themselves. Spaces were to be set aside for self-education and cultural awareness, and music was a part of that. If these gatherings became rowdy and inappropriate - if they were not strictly what had been envisioned by the committee - that was no concern of hers. She was employed only to keep the coats and close up. She had no other role.
- From Karla's Choice: A John le Carré Novel by Nick Harkaway
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