He scratches his beard thoughtfully: this line of thought is easier than the one he'd begun to follow. "Yes, it makes a kind of sense. A vast number of worlds, each with its own Victor Hugo. Such an expanse of forehead! And in one of them--what? He makes some uncannily canny guesses about our world?"
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He scratches his beard thoughtfully: this line of thought is easier than the one he'd begun to follow. "Yes, it makes a kind of sense. A vast number of worlds, each with its own Victor Hugo. Such an expanse of forehead! And in one of them--what? He makes some uncannily canny guesses about our world?"
It doesn't quite hang together.