That's certainly one way to look at it. I'd just call it an inconsistency.

[Christopher doesn't lose his patience. He looks ahead, taking measure of the congestion, the paralysis. His thumb strokes the wheel, absent, as nothing happens.

But where his body speaks of with a kind of negating acceptance that might suggest a great deal of progress down the Noble Eightfold Path, his voice remains as animated as the host of a children's television program.]

Let's establish a points scale! Tell me, shall we make the goal one hundred points or a thousand? Personally, I think it's always more fun to be overambitious than underambitious, but I'm willing to negotiate a lower number with you. Seven hundred and fifty? Tell me what you prefer.