- But good God Gabriel! Surely to say that something is limited is merely another way of saying that it’s real?
- What? Did I hear you right there?
- Well, I don’t know, Sir. Is there perhaps somewhere else than everywhere that you might have been created in? No?
- Who are all these people I am stuck here in this room with?
- Don’t you in fact develop in and with this world that you, as a small part of, are drawing on to furnish this other universe inside your head with? Isn’t that it? No?
- Hmm. Good question, Robert. Tasted this malt before, have you?
- But no: apparently the really real world is always really somewhere else.
- Well, we just couldn’t survive without simplifying things, could we, Queenie?
- The pump of the Universe?
- No, no, no. The whole Universe- and so many of the dirty details within it-
- But what would a world wholly devoid of sentient beings inhabiting it really be like in itself, do you think?
- Nice?
- Can’t I see my own faults? Why can’t I see my own faults?
- Perhaps even all of them!
- Fornication?
- Port Glasgow!
- Look, Mate, I yield to nobody in my admiration for Hegel-
- Surely it can’t be because I don’t have any?
- I don’t quite know. Like that, ...