Master says: You see, you intellectual dud?

Master says: You won’t be hit over the head with happiness yourself, irreversibly halcyonicized and elysiated for good, yet cheerfully propose doing just that to the entire universe

Master says: what fills you personally with horror you are ready to perpetrate on a cosmic scale!

Master says: No, it’s impossible, no one could be such a monumental dunce!

Master says: Our forefathers, long ago, wanted nothing more than mortal immortality.

Master says: But scarcely had they achieved this dream, when they realized it wasn’t what they were after at all!

Master says: A thinking being requires the impossible as well as the possible.

Master says: the whole wisdom and beauty of our existence lies in the fact that when one wearies of it all, when one has had his fill of toiling and accomplishing, he calmly takes his leave of this world, which is precisely what I did along with many others.

Master says: I, for instance, could wish for nothing better than nothingness—only mental rejects like yourself keep pulling off the cover of my crypt as if it were a bedsheet.

Master says: You wanted to wrap everything up, tie it in a tidy knot, sign, seal and deliver the world to happiness—and all out of sheer laziness.

Master says: Out of laziness you sought perfection, out of laziness you relegated the problem to machines and even tried autocomputerization, thereby showing yourself to be the most ingenious of imbeciles I ever had the misfortune to teach in the course of my one thousand, seven hundred and ninety-seven year career!

Master says: If I didn’t know it to be quite useless, I’d roll away this stone right here and now and give you a good shellacking!

Master says: You come with confessions and pleas, but I’m no miracle worker, it’s not in my power to absolve the least of your sins, the number of which borders on aleph-aleph-infinity!

Master says: Go home, awaken your cyberbrother and do as I’ve commanded.