well, are dead.

Wherefore, to escape the evil and the sadness, men in these days, like me, seek amazement, insensibility, and the madnesses of dalliance." "But the news, master?
What did the philosophers whisper about so long ago ?" "That God was dead, Pons," I replied solemnly.

"Didn't you know that?
God is dead, and I soon shall be, and I wear twenty fat farms on my back." "God lives," Pons asserted fervently.

"God lives, and his kingdom is at hand.

I tell you, master, it is at hand.