Although he had indeed just said it, Nearmann didn't see what he meant at all, other than that things were clearly leading up to the point at which he might politely elect to go to the counter to purchase some refreshments, which might involve some minor expense on his part but considered globally, he reasoned, any capital outflow would be more than justified due to the related effect of disentangling himself from an explanation of an esoteric morality system based, he seemed to understand, on an obscure interpretation of philosophy, theology, history, the world, and Birmingham in particular.
Birmingham, that is, sited fair, square and central in the Middle Earth of old Albion.
Not any of the other eighteen Birminghams situated in North America, not the "lunar crater" of the same name, and not the thus-called star in the Cygnus constellation, although on these two latter points it could be argued, he reasoned - largely from experience - that it is impossible to disprove one's residence in or sometime frequenting of an imaginary place, if that place is real in the minds of the hospital nurses.
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