Konx Om Pax

46 KONX OM PAX Bowley. Then what is the converse of Truth? Bones. My dear Pilate, it certainly is not falsehood. A crooked line is not the contradictory of a straight one. Curves and corners alike exclude the straight line and— Bowley. No proposition can possibly have two logical contradic tories. Bones. There I pass. Bowley. Keynes. Bones. I should certainly have brought it in justifiable homicide had the remark been Abel’s. Bowley. Our old friendship— Bones. All very well—you know I should never have made such a remark in real life and it’s dam bad form to give it me in a dialogue where I can’t help myself, but have to say exactly what you like. Bowley. Oh, come! I've given you all the best speeches. The Lord hath given—look out! Bones. I trust to your honour. Where were we? Anyway, I tell you this: it 's a ripping good formula as such. Bowley. Now we come down to the Black Magician and his circle again; all right, I am with you. I can never help suspecting you of morality, though ; you’re a devilish deep Johnny, but the atavism comes through. As long as you wear a tie that the Neanderthal cave man would have discarded as out of date I can never quite class you with this century. Bones. Before Abraham was, I am. Bowie]. [Taking no notice] I call it a Christian tie. Faith in your wife’s afi'ection surviving it; charity, which is not ashamed; hope—no, only Hope Brothers. Bones. This is in some ways a digression— Bowley. I can prove—— Bones. I know you can. Don’t. Bowley. Well, about truth. Surely I am right in saying that “I don’t know ” and keeping silence—both subjective formulas—are equal