“A bullet’s a bullet’s a bullet!” he said. “But isn’t a rock a rock?” I asked. He said, “Of course not!” I thought I understood him, but I wasn’t positive, so I pointed at the roses in the vase on the table. “Is a rose a rose?” “No! A rose is not a rose is not a rose!” And then for some reason I started thinking about “Something in the Way She Moves,” so I asked, “Is a love song a love song?” He said, “Yes!” I thought for a second. “Is love love?” He said, “No!”
