A Faulty Map

One man would sing to himself in a mirror each morning:

“Anything you can say, I can say better.
No I can’t, yes I can; yes I can, no I can’t – maybe so.”

A man on familiar terms with a reflective device never lacks for as reliable a pretend-friend as you can have in this life.  (“Can you spell – oh, never mind.”)

On one world is a planet-wide gym in which everyone is thoroughly worn out, and then their wrinkled road maps – thrown out.


In how many different ways, (do you figure), can a faulty map be folded and re-folded before it 
falls apart?

                (“Not soon enough for me, my boy – not nearly soon enough for me.”)


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