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declared I was joking, but reclosed the sidecar door for a moment; those outside shifted about and consulted their wristwatches.
"It's like Stoker, or the Dean o' Flunks, or a terrible disease," I argued; "if you do B with these things, they always win.Extreme in the mean is what you've got to be, and not compromise even for a second with Flunkage, or let opposites get confused. An arch won't do between True and False; they've got to be cut with an edge as sharp as the Infinite Divisor, and separated."
The Chancellor shook his head as I spoke, but his smile was grave, and he seemed after all to be listening, so I quickly enlarged upon my theme. To make concessions to the forces of Failure, I said -- to this Classmate X fellow or to Stoker -- was like conceding to malevolent bacteria: one might approve moderate exercise over athleticism, but not moderate illness over health. And the health of a, it seemed evident to me, like the of an orderly and passèd administration, came not from cooperation with its antithesis, but from real repudiation of it. The spirit and letter of Rexfordian law was