“Is that your name? It seems very short.”
“B-M-X,” again.
“Are you writing code?”
There was another long pause.
“My bandage is slipping,” said I. “Tie it up, someone.”
“Oh, never mind your bandage,” said Alec. “Take it off, it can make no difference.”
I took it off, and lit a cigarette with my right hand still on the glass.
“That’s good,” I said. “You can’t taste smoke with your eyes shut.”
“You’ve been thinking about smoking instead of keeping your mind blank!” said the Doc. “That’s why it stopped. It’ll go now, under normal conditions.”
“Are you writing code?” Alec repeated.