The Pessimist Tweets

Every philosopher has probably had an evil hour when he thought: “What do I matter if one does not accept my bad arguments too?” — And then some mischievous little bird flew past him and twittered: “What do you matter? What do you matter?”

A. You celebrate great brevity.

B. Yes: I enjoy great volume!

A. The ultimate pride or the ultimate humility?

B. Who cares? I am permitted to go on forever, if only I permit enough interruptions.

A. Infinite volume divided infinitely? No wonder your character limit — limits character!