... he was also one of those rare individuals who are totally focused in time.

Most people aren't. They live their lives as sort of temporal blur around the point where their body actually is - anticipating the future or holding on the past. They're usually so busy thinking about what happens next that the only time they ever find out what is happening now is when they come to look back on it.

The door swung open. The duchess filled the doorway. In fact, she was nearly the same shape.

Leonal! she barked.

The Fool was fascinted by what happened to the duke's eyes. The mad red flame wanished, was sucked backwards, and was replaced by the hard blue stare he had come to recongize. It didn't mean, he realized, that the dke was any less mad. Even the coldness of this sanity was madness in a way. The duke had a mind that ticked like a clock and, like a clock, it regulary went cuckoo.

Lord Felmet Looked up calmly.

Yes, my dear?