“Sterling, how do you know so much?”
“What, Felix?”
“You know about so many different things but you never leave this little hill.”
“I listen.”
“What? You listen? It’s quiet out here. What do you hear?”
“I listen with my eyes.”
“What? You are a crazy, old bird.”
“You have much to learn, Felix. And I’m not going to teach you. Go away.”
