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"
But
I
could
get
out
of
the
finite
dimensions
fairly
often
when
I
was
four
,
"
Teddy
said
,
as
an
afterthought
.
"
Not
continuously
or
anything
,
but
fairly
often
.
"
Nicholson
nodded
.
"
You
did
?
"
he
said
.
"
You
could
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
Teddy
said
.
"
That
was
on
the
tape
.
.
.
Or
maybe
it
was
on
the
one
I
made
last
April
.
I
’
m
not
sure
.
"
Nicholson
took
out
his
cigarettes
again
,
but
without
taking
his
eyes
off
Teddy
.
"
How
does
one
get
out
of
the
finite
dimensions
?
"
he
asked
,
and
gave
a
short
laugh
.
"
I
mean
,
to
begin
very
basically
,
a
block
of
wood
is
a
block
of
wood
,
for
example
.
It
has
length
,
width
—
"
"
It
hasn
’
t
.
That
’
s
where
you
’
re
wrong
,
"
Teddy
said
.
"
Everybody
just
thinks
things
keep
stopping
off
somewhere
.
They
don
’
t
.
That
’
s
what
I
was
trying
to
tell
Professor
Peet
.
"
He
shifted
in
his
seat
and
took
out
an
eyesore
of
a
handkerchief
—
a
gray
,
wadded
entity
—
and
blew
his
nose
.
"
The
reason
things
seem
to
stop
off
somewhere
is
because
that
’
s
the
only
way
most
people
know
how
to
look
at
things
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
that
doesn
’
t
mean
they
do
.
"
He
put
away
his
handkerchief
,
and
looked
at
Nicholson
.
"
Would
you
hold
up
your
arm
a
second
,
please
?
"
he
asked
.
"
My
arm
?
Why
?
"
"
Just
do
it
.
Just
do
it
a
second
.
"
Nicholson
raised
his
forearm
an
inch
or
two
above
the
level
of
the
armrest
.
"
This
one
?
"
he
asked
.
Teddy
nodded
.
"
What
do
you
call
that
?
"
he
asked
.
