"What-ho, Jeeves!" I said, entering the room where he waded knee deep in suitcases and shirts and winter suitings, like a sea-beast among rocks. "Packing?""Yes, sir," answered the honest fellow, for there are no secrets between us.
"What-ho, Jeeves!" I said, entering the room where he waded knee deep in suitcases and shirts and winter suitings, like a sea-beast among rocks. "Packing?""Yes, sir," answered the honest fellow, for there are no secrets between us.
"The Gods have been accused by you. Now's their turn."
"I cannot hope for mercy."
"Infinite hopes - and fears - may both be yours. Be sure that whatever else you get, you will not get justice."
"Are the gods not just?"
"Oh no, child. What would happen to us if they were?"
"You are the new recruit? All right, you are engaged."
"I really have no experience..."
"No one has any experience of the battle of Armageddon."
"But I'm really unfit..."
"You are willing, that is enough."
"Now, really, I know of no occupation for which mere willingness is the final test."
"I do. Martyrs. I am sending you to your death. Good day."
-Syme and the police chief in Chesterton's The Man Who Was Thursday