Malone shrugged. "I can't help it," he said. "That's what it says."
"Well?" Dorothy said. "Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Pluck your eye out and cast it from you?"
"Didn't have to," Malone said. "Mine eye did not offend me." He blinked and added, "Far from it."
"I guess we'll just have to leave it unplucked," Dorothy said sadly.
"It didn't offend me, either."
"Good," Malone said, and the bartender brought drinks.
Malone picked his up and held it in the air. "I propose a toast," he said.
Dorothy picked up her glass. "A toast?"
"An old German toast, as a matter of fact," Malone said.