You mean that because I have no name I cannot die and that you cannot be held answerable for death even if you kill me?
You mean that because I have no name I cannot die and that you cannot be held answerable for death even if you kill me?
Did you ever in your life,' he asked, 'mount a bicycle from the right?'
'I did not.'
'And why?'
'I do not know. I never thought about it.'
He laughed at me indulgently.
'It is nearly an insoluble pancake,' he smiled, 'a conundrum of inscrutable potentialities, a snorter.
Never before had I believed or suspected that I had a soul but just then I knew I had. I knew also that my soul was friendly, was my senior in years and was solely concerned for my own welfare. For convenience I called him Joe. I felt a little reassured to know that I was not altogether alone. Joe was helping me.
The gross and net result of it is that people who spent most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles over the rocky roadsteads of this parish get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them and you would be surprised at the number of people in these parts who are nearly half people and half bicycles...
“Your talk," I said, "is surely the handiwork of wisdom because not one word of it do I understand.”
"Hell goes round and round. In shape it is circular, and by nature it is interminable, repetitive, and nearly unbearable."