"Well, take this, then. 'Children of the Ice.' Hm, I don't see no kids. I suppose this stuff here is the ice. But where's the kids?"
"He probably means the birds over there, Louis."
"If he means the birds why don't he say birds instead of children? Why don't he say 'birds of the ice'? What's the sense of saying 'children of the ice' when he means birds?"
"Go on, Louis. Don't argue with me. Hurry up."
"Here's some photographs."
"Them ain't photographs, you nut. They're portraits."
"Well, they look almost as good as photographs. 'My Favorite Pupil.' It's pretty good, Mike. See, there's the violin. He's a violin pupil. You can tell. Got it?"
"Yeah. Bring on the next."
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A silence came over Louis. He stood for several minutes staring at something.