“Live, die, something else lives. The very soil humanity walks upon is built up from death. Digging into a flowerbed means digging into bones.”

“Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.”

“We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.”

“The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I’m the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.”

“So this is it,” said Arthur, “We are going to die.””Yes,” said Ford, “except… no! Wait a minute!” He suddenly lunged across the chamber at something behind Arthur’s line of vision. “What’s this switch?” he cried.”What? Where?” cried Arthur, twisting round.”No, I was only fooling,” said Ford, “we are going to die after all.”