“I’d like to be in that one,” one of the fellows said.
“If you were in that one it would be this one,” I told him.
“What are you talking about?” Pee-wee said.
“I’m talking about whether anything can be something else,” I told him.
He said, “I suppose that’s what you call mental digestion.”
“It’s logic,” I told him. “If we were in that car, the nine of us, it would come down here, wouldn’t it? Don’t you know what the attraction of gravity is?”
“It never attracted me,” he said.
“The heaviest part of a thing goes down,” I said. “If you were up there you’d only come down here. The top car is the bottom one. Everything is something different. Up means where you’re not. See? What do we care?”
We all sat there with our heads thrown back looking at the car away up above us.