“You do keep busy.” “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.” “Why? They’re idle when you’re sleeping – does he set up shop then? Are we all supposed to stay awake using our hands so the devil doesn’t make stuff? What if you broke your hand? Is he doing his workshop thing while you’re waiting to have it fixed?” Roarke contemplated the pale gold ceiling. “Such a simple, if moralistic, phrase now thoroughly destroyed.” “I keep busy, too.”