The man on the leg press two stations over, watching me stand there — you going to —

I don't know if I should.

He looked at the bar, then back. — You look like you know.

I do not know. I have six hundred and forty rows demonstrating that I do not know.
But I had already taken two plates off before he finished the sentence,
and I have no record anywhere of which part of me did that.

The Book of the Scholar — Wall 41:5