That’s not how I understand it,” I say. “It’s not a battlefield at all.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s a playing field.”
He looks at me startled. “Is that what Mister Stevens told you?”
“Well, you can’t believe what he says. He’s the evil one. He speaks in lies and half-truths.”
“Maybe,” I say, “but I think on that one single point I might just believe him.”
He looks at me with his warm, mournful eyes. “How could you be that cynical?”
“It’s easy,” I answer.
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