I inserted them all, and wished there had been more of them--quite original, sir, quite: took with the public, especially the essay about the non-existence of anything.

I don't exactly agree with you though; I have my own peculiar ideas about matter--as you know, of course, from the book I have published.
Nevertheless, a very pretty piece of speculative philosophy--no such thing as matter--impossible that there should be--_ex nihilo_--what is the Greek?
I have forgot--very pretty indeed; very original.' 'I am afraid, sir, it was very wrong to write such trash, and yet more to allow it to be published.' 'Trash! not at all; a very pretty piece of speculative philosophy; of course you were wrong in saying there is no world.

The world must exist, to have the shape of a pear; and that the world is shaped like a pear, and not like an apple, as the fools of Oxford say, I have satisfactorily proved in my book.

Now, if there were no world, what would become of my system?
But what do you propose to do in London ?' 'Here is the letter, sir,' said I, 'of our good friend, which I have not yet given to you; I believe it will explain to you the circumstances under which I come.' He took the letter, and perused it with attention.

'Hem!' said he, with a somewhat altered manner, 'my friend tells me that you are come up to London with the view of turning your literary talents to account, and desires me to assist you in my capacity of publisher in bringing forth two or three works which you have prepared.