You know that, don't you?
THE ARCHBISHOP. Quite, Mr President. Only you don't believe me: that is
all. I do not expect you to. In your place I should not believe. You had
better have a look at the films. [_Pointing to the Accountant General_]
He believes.
BURGE-LUBIN. But the drowning? What about the drowning? A man might get
drowned once, or even twice if he was exceptionally careless. But he
couldn't be drowned four times. He would run away from water like a mad
dog.
THE ARCHBISHOP. Perhaps Mr Chief Secretary can guess the explanation of
that.
CONFUCIUS. To keep your secret, you had to die.
BURGE-LUBIN. But dash it all, man, he isn't dead.
CONFUCIUS. It is socially impossible not to do what everybody else does.
One must die at the usual time.
BARNABAS. Of course. A simple point of honour.
CONFUCIUS. Not at all. A simple necessity.
BURGE-LUBIN. Well, I'm hanged if I see it. I should jolly well live for
ever if I could.
THE ARCHBISHOP. It is not so easy as you think. You, Mr Chief Secretary,
have grasped the difficulties of the position.
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