"Then what did you care about?" began the Professor.
"What did I care about? I didn't care about catching the train;
I cared about whether the train caught me, and now, by God! it has
caught me."
"I regret to inform you," said Syme with restraint, "that your
remarks convey no impression to my mind. Perhaps if you were to
remove the remains of your original forehead and some portion of
what was once your chin, your meaning would become clearer. Mental
lucidity fulfils itself in many ways. What do you mean by saying
that the train has caught you? It may be my literary fancy, but
somehow I feel that it ought to mean something."
"It means everything," said the other, "and the end of
everything. Sunday has us now in the hollow of his hand."
"Us!" repeated the Professor, as if stupe
