Fancy what a single man might do if he could just keep right on with his life-work for, say, a thousand years without having to stop it to die and be born again, according to Niti's pet theory.

What couldn't a man like that do for human knowledge!" "Would you have had one of those roses, Brenda, if the Prince's miracle-worker had offered you one ?" asked Nitocris, smiling, but still with a decided note of seriousness in her tone.
"I ?" laughed Brenda, leaning back in her chair.

"Sakes, no, child! I've had a pretty good time so far, and I hope it won't be over just yet; but, after all, there must be a limit even to the combinations of human life, and a time would have to come when you'd just be doing the same old things over and over again.

And, besides that, think of the horror of living on and on and seeing every one you loved--husband and wife, and children and grandchildren--grow old and die, and leave you alone in a world of strangers.

No; life's a good thing if you only have fair play in the world; but so is death when you've lived your life.