“Kindly,” the clock replied, “refrain from associating me with yourself. I decline the comparison. Lifeless I may be, but not useless. For two separate moments every day I am absolutely right, and for some minutes approximately right; whereas you, sir, are, have been, and will be, consistently wrong.”
II.—Truth and Another
She came towards me rather dubiously, as though not sure of her reception.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Truth,” she said.
I apologized for not having realized it.
“Never mind,” she said wearily, “hardly anyone knows me. I’m always having to explain who I am, and lots of people don’t understand then.”
A little later I met her again.
“Well I shan’t make any mistake this time,” I said. “How are you, Miss Truth?”
“You are misinformed,” she replied coldly; “my name is Libel.”