We cannot put back the clock.
HASLAM. _I_ can. Ive often done it.
LUBIN. Tut tut! My dear Burge: what are you dreaming of? Mr Barnabas: I
am a very patient man. But will you tell me what earthly use or interest
there is in a conclusion that cannot be realized? I grant you that if
we could live three hundred years we should all be, perhaps wiser,
certainly older. You will grant me in return, I hope, that if the sky
fell we should all catch larks.
FRANKLYN. Your turn now, Conrad. Go ahead.
CONRAD. I don't think it's any good. I don't think they want to live
longer than usual.
LUBIN. Although I am a mere child of 69, I am old enough to have lost,
the habit of crying for the moon.
BURGE. Have you discovered the elixir of life or have you not? If not, I
agree with Lubin that you are wasting our time.
CONRAD. Is your time of any value?
SURGE [_unable to believe his ears_] My time of any value! What do you
mean?
LUBIN [_smiling comfortably_] From your high scientific point of view,
I daresay, none whatever, Professor. In any case I think a little
perfectly idle discussion would do Burge good.
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