"Freud says it is impossible to imagine one's own death."
"I suppose not, but that does not stop some fanatics from imagining the death of others with an extraordinary degree of ruthlessness. Does it?"
"Mind you, I have to be honest that moggy, Colin, that is always in the Alley by the dustbins, I wouldn't mind if he...no I mustn't."
"You...you are a barb slinger and quick on the draw. And you manage to be casuistical and prolix at the same time."
"You make me sound like Samuel Beckett."
"There is something in you lurking behind that ginger forelock, ready to pounce."
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