“I mean, when you say there’s nothing perfect?” “Nothing in the world exists in a perfect form,” the professor murmured, watchfully. “Yes, I said it.” “Well,” the girl said; she stared straight at the professor; to confound a professor of philosophy midway through the first month of the first semester of your first year . . . “Well,” she repeated, “I mean—what about a vacuum? I mean, that’s perfect, isn’t it?”
Not knowing what it means for something to exist in a vacuum I still don't think that's correct.
