It sometimes seems to me that you and I are like Elijah and Elisha, in a way.

But I am covetous of your mantle." "Then you want me to be caught from you into heaven ?" "No.

I should like you to give me your mantle, your powers, your nature, that is, and to stay here as well." "And send the chariot of fire to the coach-house, and the horses of fire to the nearest stables ?" "Exactly!" "Well, but give me a reason for this rascally craving." "A reason! Oh, I hate my nature and I love yours.

What a curse it is to go through life eternally haunted by one's self; worse than being married to an ugly and boring wife." "Now you are being morbid." "Well, I'm telling you just how I feel." "That is being morbid.

Recording to some people who claim to direct Society." "The world's County Council, who would like to abolish all the public bars." "And force us to do our drinking in the privacy of our bedrooms." "You would never do any drinking, Valentine.