“We sat down and faced one another, about two yards apart.
“‘Which of us walks over the other?’ asked Slofork. His manner was as calm as the day itself, but, to my young nature, terrible with hidden terrors. I smiled at him, but did not wish for this humiliation. We continued sitting thus, in a friendly way, for many minutes.
“‘What is greater than Pleasure?’ he asked suddenly.
“I was at an age when one wishes to be thought equal to any emergency, so, concealing my surprise, I applied myself to the conversation, as if it were for that purpose we had met.
“‘Pain,’ I replied, ‘for pain drives out pleasure.’
“‘What is greater than Pain?’
“I reflected. ‘Love. Because we will accept our loved one’s share of pain.’
“‘But what is greater than Love?’ he persisted.
“‘Nothing, Slofork.’
“‘And what is Nothing?’