[ The dark and humourless chuckle under his breath comes at the right time for it to be from the doctor's reluctant agreement to treat him. Still, there are so many other things it could be. For instance—the inkling of feeling that doesn't belong to him crawling under his skin or that insistence that his schemes to achieve their freedom resume back at home.
Naturally, Gogol doesn't offer any of those thoughts out loud. This is a symbolic bowing out of the conversation as nothing other than a listener in favor of attempting to balance forks on a toothpick on top of one of the bar glasses. ]
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Naturally, Gogol doesn't offer any of those thoughts out loud. This is a symbolic bowing out of the conversation as nothing other than a listener in favor of attempting to balance forks on a toothpick on top of one of the bar glasses. ]