It's not like--not like cutting. [ He knows that with certainty. But Harlan tells him there's a rhythm, and Quentin finds he knows exactly what that means. For a few moments of quiet, he searches for it.
[ Loosely, dreamily: ] Maybe it's...like a...like a wine glass. Singing. [ A round, continuous rhythm. ]
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[ Loosely, dreamily: ] Maybe it's...like a...like a wine glass. Singing. [ A round, continuous rhythm. ]