Cassidy, Hopalong (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Western stories
He chuckled. "That is just what it claims, and here is the reasoning:
No one will deny that the die wears out with use, which is the same as
saying that the impressions change it. To deny that they do is to say
that it does not wear out, which is absurd. Therefore each impression,
being a part of the total impressions, must have done its share in the
changing. And each impression, having changed it, must be different
from those preceding and following it. Now, if the die changes, as we
have just proved that it does, so must the coins struck off from it, for
to say otherwise is to claim that effects are not produced by causes,
and that a changed die will not make changed coins. Therefore, there
are no two coins absolutely alike, never have been, and never can be,
even at the moment they leave the die. Put them into circulation and
the hypothetical differences rapidly increase, since no two of the coins
can possibly receive the same treatment in their travelings. There you
have it, in pure logic: but does it get you any place? On the strength
of it, would you persist in denying that these coins are dissimilar?
Are they so practically? And it is from practical logic that we draw
the deductions by which we think and move and live. So you take my word
that it will be better for you to cling to whatever faith you may have.
If it is not practical enough for you, I’ll look after that end for you;
and between your faith and the cunning of my gun-hand I’ll warrant that
your brother will come to no harm. Shall we lunch at the C Bar, or in
that little clump of burned and sickly timber on the bank of that
dried-up creek?"
"I’m really too hungry to postpone the lunch," she said, smiling;
"besides I want to watch you in camp, and to listen to you. It seems to
me that you have too keen a brain to be spending your life where it all
is wasted."
"Your compliment is disposed of by the fact that I am what I am," he
responded. "The return compliment of not being able to be in a better
place, under present conditions, is so obvious that I’ll not spoil its
effect by saying it. Anyhow, a fair vocabulary and a veneer of
knowledge are not the measures of wisdom, but rather a disguising coat.
To come right down to elementals, I heartily agree with you about the
lunch. I’ll be better company after the inner man has been properly
attended to, for food always leavens my cynicism. Did I hear you ask
why I do not eat continually?"
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