[ Dreams and Latin. They went together now, irrevocably entwined. Adam has started dreaming in Latin of his own accord. That was why he didn't question the existence of Latin here. Dreams were supposed to be in Latin.

Adam slammed the book down on the shelf as if it were burning him, and the words pour out in an apologetic rush, like he's trying to head off a scolding. ]

It wasn't supposed to work - nothin's been workin' right for me lately. Everythin's been so much harder. [ He picked up the book again. ] I can set things right.