First words

Me to play. Use your head, can't you use your head. The end is in the beginning and yet you go on. I wonder. Imagine if a rational being came back to earth. He would raise his face to me. No, no, don't look at me. I'm a busy man, you know. Come on now, what is the object for this invasion? Come on now, come on, present your petition and let me resume my labors. It will be a howling wild day, a hundred by the anemometer. The wind will tear up the dead pines and swep them away. (A bit feeble, that sentence.) He will ask his question. I love the old questions. The old questions, the old answers, there's nothing like them! I can see him still. We had great fun. And then we got used to it.