He lifted a shoulder. “Blame Einstein.” “Really? That’s what you’re going with?” Her words were flinty, testing his speed to spark. He let them smolder and die. “Einstein wrote, in 1930, ‘To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms—this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness.’” Naomi shook her head. “You memorized that?” “Those words made sense to me when nothing else did,” he said, thinking of standing in the rain at his
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