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I this morning early to her:
'Good morning! Are you there?'
'Good morning! No: I am there,' says she.
'Well, that was what I asked--"are you there"?'
'But I not here, I am there,' says she.
'I know very well that you are not "here,"' said I, 'for I do not see
you: but I asked if you were there, and you say "No," and then "Yes."'
'It is the paladox of the heart,' says she.
'The what?'
'The paladox,' says she.
'But still I do not understand: how can you be both there and not
there?'
'If my ear is here, and I elsewhere?' says she.
'An operation?'
'Yes!' says she.
'What doctor?'
'A specialist!' says she.
'An ear-specialist?'
'A heart!' says she.
'And you let a heart-specialist operate on your ear?'
'On myself he operlated, and left the ear behind!' says she.
'Well, and how are you after it?'
'Fairly well. Are you?' says she.
'Quite well. Did you sleep well?'
'Except when you lang me up at midnight.
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