Of marriage I think not at all.

I am too old to marry.

I am old enough to make ready to die, and a great curiousness have I about what will happen to me when I am dead.

Will I be for ever dead?
Will I live again in a land of dreams--a shadow of a dream myself that will still remember the days when I lived in the warm world, the quick juices of hunger in my mouth, in the chest of the body of me the love of woman ?" Bashti shrugged his shoulders.
"I too, have thought much on the matter," he said.

"Yet do I arrive nowhere.