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Power, money, status. All you need.

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I don't know what you're talking about. I've never been wrong.

What, never?

Yes. Never.

I must have hallucinated a lot of our school days.

You clearly must have. It's that careless life you're living. It must be affecting the operation of the little people in your brain. Father always said you need to talk to them. Pay them some attention.

The little people in my brain.

Yes. Problem?

No, no; please, tell me more of these little brain people.

Don't you know about them already? They operate in little compartments in your head. Each one assigned to an important task of cleaning up webs and untying knots. I suspect yours must be full of them if you haven't been paying them any attention, Blaise. When you're sick you can tell them to make you feel better and sometimes they will. Sometimes they ignore you and it just means you need to pay them more attention.

That's ... a not unworkable analogy, actually.

And?

And what?

It seemed as if you had more to contribute.

No, it's still pretty ridiculous. It's just not entirely ridiculous.

My father's teachings are not ridiculous. They've worked for me.

As you say.

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