snippets two, 8-25-2016

"At my age," said the old man, "one grows no older. No one who walks the world as I do need ever grow any older. You can walk thirty miles on Monday when you are twenty years old; good. If you can do it on Monday you can do it on Tuesday; and if on Tuesday, then on Wednesday; therefore, by an easy reckoning, you can do it as well at eighty years old as at twenty. Thus you never age." 

"There's a flaw in that somewhere," said the Student.

- W. W. Tarn, The Treasure of the Isle of Mist, 1920.

Ten stars for this book.