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"
What
do
you
mean
?
It
’
s
my
arm
.
It
’
s
an
arm
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
it
is
?
"
Teddy
asked
.
"
You
know
it
’
s
called
an
arm
,
but
how
do
you
know
it
is
one
?
Do
you
have
any
proof
that
it
’
s
an
arm
?
"
Nicholson
took
a
cigarette
out
of
his
pack
,
and
lit
it
.
"
I
think
that
smacks
of
the
worst
kind
of
sophistry
,
frankly
,
"
he
said
,
exhaling
smoke
.
"
It
’
s
an
arm
,
for
heaven
’
s
sake
,
because
it
’
s
an
arm
.
In
the
first
place
,
it
has
to
have
a
name
to
distinguish
it
from
other
objects
.
I
mean
you
can
’
t
simply
—
"
"
You
’
re
just
being
logical
,
"
Teddy
said
to
him
impassively
.
"
I
’
m
just
being
what
?
"
Nicholson
asked
,
with
a
little
excess
of
politeness
.
"
Logical
.
You
’
re
just
giving
me
a
regular
,
intelligent
answer
,
"
Teddy
said
.
"
I
was
trying
to
help
you
.
You
asked
me
how
I
get
out
of
the
finite
dimensions
when
I
feel
like
it
.
I
certainly
don
’
t
use
logic
when
I
do
it
.
Logic
’
s
the
first
thing
you
have
to
get
rid
of
.
"
Nicholson
removed
a
flake
of
tobacco
from
his
tongue
with
his
fingers
.
"
You
know
Adam
?
"
Teddy
asked
him
.
"
Do
I
know
who
?
"
