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"
I
respected
him
more
.
"
"
It
’
s
the
premise
I
don
’
t
understand
.
You
and
your
best
friend
scrap
about
a
trivial
matter
—
"
"
If
you
don
’
t
understand
,
I
can
’
t
explain
it
to
you
,
"
said
the
young
Englishman
coldly
.
—
This
is
what
I
’
ll
get
if
I
begin
saying
what
I
think
,
Dick
said
to
himself
.
He
was
ashamed
at
baiting
the
man
,
realizing
that
the
absurdity
of
the
story
rested
in
the
immaturity
of
the
attitude
combined
with
the
sophisticated
method
of
its
narration
.
The
carnival
spirit
was
strong
and
they
went
with
the
crowd
into
the
grill
,
where
a
Tunisian
barman
manipulated
the
illumination
in
a
counterpoint
,
whose
other
melody
was
the
moon
off
the
ice
rink
staring
in
the
big
windows
.
In
that
light
,
Dick
found
the
girl
devitalized
,
and
uninteresting
—
he
turned
from
her
to
enjoy
the
darkness
,
the
cigarette
points
going
green
and
silver
when
the
lights
shone
red
,
the
band
of
white
that
fell
across
the
dancers
as
the
door
to
the
bar
was
opened
and
closed
"
Now
tell
me
,
Franz
,
"
he
demanded
,
"
do
you
think
after
sitting
up
all
night
drinking
beer
,
you
can
go
back
and
convince
your
patients
that
you
have
any
character
?
Don
’
t
you
think
they
’
ll
see
you
’
re
a
gastropath
?
"
"
I
’
m
going
to
bed
,
"
Nicole
announced
.
Dick
accompanied
her
to
the
door
of
the
elevator
.
"
I
’
d
come
with
you
but
I
must
show
Franz
that
I
’
m
not
intended
for
a
clinician
.
"
Nicole
walked
into
the
elevator
.
