“But,” I asked, “what do the lines mean? How do I read them?” “Do you know what I hear, when you ask me that?” Max narrowed his eyes at me. “I hear, ‘Max, how do I ram my head through this with unrelenting and methodical brute force?’ ” “That’s not what I meant.” It was, a little. “Well, you can’t force these,” he said smugly.
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