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"No," his index was resolutely held up wagging his resolve, "he was. Sold out totally to the company. Gave my mother everything that he thought she wanted. But never once could he see that she wanted an honest life with an honest man. He abused her with gifts. She used them, never wore them, whatever. A totally shallow man. Weasel. A weasel with money. I.. I shun him. No big choice for me. Maybe duality is a problem only when the choices are of equal stature and not equally assimilated." "Meaning?" Marcus prompted. "Meaning that the mind of a sculptor might not be compatible with the mind of an accountant or a boxer, say. Hey. Maybe that’s where mediocrity comes from! Mediocrity is the nullification of two great counter prowess’s! Damn. I’m a philosopher! Coffee?" All cups were held forward, as Marcus muttered, "Hold the hemlock." "Well, at least they let him out.." Marcus observed, "..though I'll bet he was pissed." "McGuiness? Let out? Pissed? Man." John laughed, "Trust me. They weren't LET out.", but he mumbled something about tuberculosis and not wanting to disturb the evening's wonderful dinner. "Some other time." "So Caitlin and Katharine are the same name?" Mina was asking Shannon, a bit confused. But John, on a roll, fielded her question, "Not in English," he clarified, "In thick Gaelic speech, Caitlin is Cah-tdrin and Katharine is Kah-tdrin. Hear the difference?" "No." "Cah-tdrin, Kah-tdrin, Hmm?" "No." "Cah-tdrin, Kah-tdrin?" "No. I don't get it. You're saying the same thing twice!"