“Well, I do not see any advantage in that.”
“There you go again!” cried the Zankiwank. “You always want something with an advantage. What’s the use of an advantage, I should like to know? You can only lose it. You cannot give it away. Do try to be original. But listen, Nobody’s coming.”
They both looked round wondering what the Zankiwank meant by his strange perversities, but could not see anyone.
“We can see Nobody,” they said.
“Of course. Here he is!”
Well! Was it a shadow? Something was there without a doubt, and certainly without a body. It was a sort of skeleton, or a ghost, or perhaps a Mahatma! But it was not a Mahatma—it was in fact Nobody, of whom you have of course heard.
“At last, at last!” screamed the delighted Zankiwank, “with your eyes wide open and your faculties unimpaired you see Nobody! And what a memory Nobody has!”
“How can Nobody have a memory? Besides,