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