“Fax me a fact, and I'll telegram a hologram.”
“That means that the universe is two-dimensional. Matter, energy, time, you, me and the floor are holograms.”
“Quick! To the Bat-Fax!”
“Maybe Holgy's right. Maybe we are all holograms.”
“Finch picked up one of the ancient fax-mags and brought it over to me. "I don't need anything to read," I said. "I'll just sit here and eavesdrop along with you.""I thought you might sit on the mag," he said. "It's extremely difficult to get soot out of chintz.”
“I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.”