What is more, the lapis is the “Master,” as appears from the following passage of the Rosarium: Et sic Philosophus non est Magister lapidis, sed potius minister: “And so the Philosopher is not master of the lapis, but rather the servant.”
This is a little bit above me, but what you’re saying is, you disagree with Pluto.
Plato.
You don’t think philosophers should rule? I thought they was wise.
Rule? I didn’t say they shouldn’t rule. How fast are we travelling? Why would you think someone calling themselves a philosopher… never mind. How fast?
I’ve no idea.
You didn’t read the books I recommended, did you?
I couldn’t remember one, and no one’s heard of the other.
What do you mean, no one’s heard of it?
Searched online. Every bookshop within a ten mile radius. Presumably it was some kind of April Fools?
What were you looking for?
What you told me to look for: The Bertha Tragedy.
You’re an idiot.
You can’t say that any more, I’ve retired. My last day today. 65 today!
Oh! Congratulations, My best to you and Mrs derleydoo.
How’d you know I call myself derleydoo? My private life’s private.
No secrets in this office, you should know that. I take it you have signed the non-disclosure agreement?
Paraphrasing. Putting together the incidents of the last 65 years.
Genuine milestone. An old age pensioner. That would account for my exuberance!
Today. Did more people join the ranks of pensioner, or did more people leave the rank of pensioner?
Free at Last. Thank God Almighty. Free at Last. [-o<
’