“What?” I asked, alarmed. I worried that Duncan had done something to our cat. “What did you do to Chomsky?” “No. The cat on TV. It has a uvula!” “Oh.” I said, relieved. He’d been watching Cinderella because he was a little under the weather. “The cat opened its mouth and you saw its uvula?” I wanted to confirm. “Yes.” “Oh. Let’s go look at your anatomy book — just to be sure we have that name right.” I didn’t want to be responsible for giving him the wrong name for any part of t
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