Get over that if you can.
THE ARCHBISHOP. I have not taken 283 years: I have taken 23 and given
260.
CONFUCIUS. Do your accounts shew a deficiency or a surplus?
BARNABAS. A surplus. Thats what I cant make out. Thats the artfulness of
these people.
BURGE-LUBIN. That settles it. Whats the use of arguing? The Chink says
you are wrong; and theres an end of it.
BARNABAS. I say nothing against the Chink's arguments. But what about my
facts?
CONFUCIUS. If your facts include a case of a man living 283 years, I
advise you to take a few weeks at the seaside.
BARNABAS. Let there be an end of this hinting that I am out of my mind.
Come and look at the cinema record. I tell you this man is Archbishop
Haslam, Archbishop Stickit, President Dickenson, General Bullyboy and
himself into the bargain; all five of them.
THE ARCHBISHOP. I do not deny it. I never have denied it. Nobody has
ever asked me.
BURGE-LUBIN. But damn it, man--I beg your pardon, Archbishop; but
really, really--
THE ARCHBISHOP. Dont mention it. What were you going to say?
BURGE-LUBIN.
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