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           Logic’sthefirstthingyouhavetogetridof."

           Nicholsonremovedaflakeoftobaccofromhistonguewithhisfingers.

           "YouknowAdam?"Teddyaskedhim.

           "DoIknowwho?"

           "Adam.IntheBible."

           Nicholsonsmiled."Notpersonally,"hesaiddryly.

           Teddyhesitated."Don’tbeangrywithme,"hesaid."Youaskedmeaquestion,andI’m—"

           "I’mnotangrywithyou,forheaven’ssake."

           "Okay,"Teddysaid.Hewassittingbackinhischair,buthisheadwasturnedtowardNicholson."YouknowthatappleAdamateintheGardenofEden,referredtointheBible?"heasked."Youknowwhatwasinthatapple?Logic.Logicandintellectualstuff.Thatwasallthatwasinit.So—thisismypoint—whatyouhavetodoisvomititupifyouwanttoseethingsastheyreallyare.Imeanifyouvomititup,thenyouwon’thaveanymoretroublewithblocksofwoodandstuff.Youwon’tseeeverythingstoppingoffallthetime.Andyou’llknowwhatyourarmreallyis,ifyou’reinterested.DoyouknowwhatImean?Doyoufollowme?"

           "Ifollowyou,"Nicholsonsaid,rathershortly.

           "Thetroubleis,"Teddysaid,"mostpeopledon’twanttoseethingsthewaytheyare.Theydon’tevenwanttostopgettingbornanddyingallthetime.Theyjustwantnewbodiesallthetime,insteadofstoppingandstayingwithGod,whereit’sreallynice."Hereflected."Ineversawsuchabunchofapple-eaters,"hesaid.Heshookhishead.