Ah, Mohi, rare old wine this; it smacks of the cork.

But attention, Philosopher.

Supposing you had a wife--which, by the way, you have not--would you deem it sensible in her to imagine you no more, because you happened to stroll out of her sight ?" "However that might be," murmured Yoomy, "young Nina bewailed herself a widow, whenever Arhinoo, her lord, was absent from her side." "My lord Media," said Babbalanja, "During my absence, my wife would have more reason to conclude that I was not living, than that I was.
To the former supposition, every thing tangible around her would tend; to the latter, nothing but her own fond fancies.

It is this imagination of ours, my lord, that is at the bottom of these things.
When I am in one place, there exists no other.

Yet am I but too apt to fancy the reverse.