"But it sold. What one writer starts, another can finish."
"Nobody ever finished The Mystery of Edwin Drood."
"Oh, hell."
"Len, it's impossible. It is! Let me finish—if you're thinking we could have somebody rewrite the last part Leo did—"
"Yeah, I just thought of that."
"—even that wouldn't do any good. You'd have to go all the way back, almost to page one. It would be another story when you got through. Let's go to bed."
"Moy, do you remember when we used to worry about the law of opposites?"
"Mm?"
"The law of opposites. When we used to be afraid the kid would turn out to be a pick-and-shovel man with a pointy head."
"Uh. Mm."