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If
he
does
think
about
the
pictures
,
he
accepts
everything
I
say
.
If
I
said
Michelangelo
’
s
David
was
a
frying
-
pan
he
’
d
say
—
"
I
see
.
"
Such
people
.
I
must
have
stood
next
to
them
in
the
Tube
,
passed
them
in
the
street
,
of
course
I
’
ve
overheard
them
and
I
knew
they
existed
.
But
never
really
believed
they
exist
.
So
totally
blind
.
It
never
seemed
possible
.
Dialogue
.
He
was
sitting
still
looking
at
the
book
with
an
Art
-
Is
-
Wonderful
air
about
him
(
for
my
benefit
,
not
because
he
believes
it
,
of
course
)
.
M
.
Do
you
know
what
’
s
really
odd
about
this
house
?
There
aren
’
t
any
books
.
Except
what
you
’
ve
bought
for
me
.
C
.
Some
upstairs
.
M
.
About
butterflies
.
C
.
Others
.
M
.
A
few
measly
detective
novels
.
Don
’
t
you
ever
read
proper
books
—
real
books
?
(
Silence
.
)
Books
about
important
things
by
people
who
really
feel
about
life
.
Not
just
paperbacks
to
kill
time
on
a
train
journey
.
You
know
,
books
?
C
.
Light
novels
are
more
my
line
.
(
He
’
s
like
one
of
those
boxers
.
You
wish
he
’
d
lie
down
and
be
knocked
out
.
)
