Pete looked at him with sudden admiration. “Did you?”
“I’ve a witness. What did you do?”
“Told ’em what I thought it was and they think I’m crazy.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” said George. “Then we want to hear—” He snapped his fingers. “What about TV?”
“Same thing. Same sound on audio and the pictures flicker and dim with every dot or dash. Just a blur by now.”
“Wonderful. And now tell me what’s wrong. I don’t care what it is, as long as it’s nothing trivial, but I want to know.”
“I think it’s space. Space is warped.”
“Good old space,” George Bailey said.