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'
You
make
about
as
much
sense
as
anything
in
this
deal
ever
has
,
’
Case
said
,
massaging
his
temples
with
his
free
hand
.
'
If
you
’
re
so
goddam
smart
.
.
.
’
'
Why
ain
’
t
I
rich
?
’
Deane
laughed
,
and
nearly
choked
on
his
bonbon
.
'
Well
,
Case
,
all
I
can
say
to
that
,
and
I
really
don
’
t
have
nearly
as
many
answers
as
you
imagine
I
do
,
is
that
what
you
think
of
as
Wintermute
is
only
a
part
of
another
,
a
,
shall
we
say
,
potentialentity
.
I
,
let
us
say
,
am
merely
one
aspect
of
that
entity
’
s
brain
.
It
’
s
rather
like
dealing
,
from
your
point
of
view
,
with
a
man
whose
lobes
have
been
severed
.
Let
’
s
say
you
’
re
dealing
with
a
small
part
of
the
man
’
s
left
brain
.
Difficult
to
say
if
you
’
re
dealing
with
the
man
at
all
,
in
a
case
like
that
.
’
Deane
smiled
.
'
Is
the
Corto
story
true
?
You
got
to
him
through
a
micro
in
that
French
hospital
?
’
'
Yes
.
And
I
assembled
the
file
you
accessed
in
London
.
I
try
to
plan
,
in
your
sense
of
the
word
,
but
that
isn
’
t
my
basic
mode
,
really
.
I
improvise
.
It
’
s
my
greatest
talent
.
I
prefer
situations
to
plans
,
you
see
.
.
.
Really
,
I
’
ve
had
to
deal
with
givens
.
I
can
sort
a
great
deal
of
information
,
and
sort
it
very
quickly
.
It
’
s
taken
a
very
long
time
to
assemble
the
team
you
’
re
a
part
of
.
Corto
was
the
first
,
and
he
very
nearly
didn
’
t
make
it
.
Very
far
gone
,
in
Toulon
.
Eating
,
excreting
,
and
masturbating
were
the
best
he
could
manage
.
But
the
underlying
structure
of
obsessions
was
there
:
Screaming
Fist
,
his
betrayal
,
the
Congressional
hearings
.
’
'
Is
he
still
crazy
?
’
'
He
’
s
not
quite
a
personality
.
’
Deane
smiled
.
'
But
I
’
m
sure
you
’
re
aware
of
that
.
But
Corto
is
in
there
,
somewhere
,
and
I
can
no
longer
maintain
that
delicate
balance
.
He
’
s
going
to
come
apart
on
you
,
Case
So
I
’
ll
be
counting
on
you
.
.
.
’
'
That
’
s
good
,
motherfucker
,
’
Case
said
,
and
shot
him
in
the
mouth
with
the
.
357
.
He
’
d
been
right
about
the
brains
.
And
the
blood
.
