I may make or break you.

You may die to-day, this week, or next month.

I could kill you now, with a blow of my fist, for you are a miserable weakling.

But if we are immortal, what is the reason for this?
To be piggish as you and I have been all our lives does not seem to be just the thing for immortals to be doing.

Again, what's it all about?
Why have I kept you here?
--" "Because you are stronger," I managed to blurt out.
"But why stronger ?" he went on at once with his perpetual queries.
"Because I am a bigger bit of the ferment than you?
Don't you see?
Don't you see ?" "But the hopelessness of it," I protested.
"I agree with you," he answered.