Where Do I Go to Explode!

“Colonel Zeleke will kill you for this nerve of yours!”

“Why would he kill me?”

“What do you mean why? In his own house?! In his own bed…?!”

“What do you mean, his bed — she isn’t his wife! She’s his daughter.”

“I don’t know about that, but he’ll kill you!”

“Is killing really that simple?”

“I suppose you pull out a gun and fire!”

“What I mean is, there’s such a thing as the law.”

“And what does that have to do with killing?”

“What are you saying?”

“Did you hear me? He’ll kill you!”

“You mean he’s the kind of man who can’t think things through?”

“Killing itself is a kind of thinking.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Do you think and then kill, or kill and then think?”

“Either way, in between there’s the killing.”

“You can think while you’re killing too! Thought doesn’t stop.”

“For God’s sake, don’t philosophize! Just tell me!”

“I don’t care for people who tell me not to philosophize.”

“Fine, then you kill me too.”

“No need — someone else will do it for me now. Why tire myself out!”

“So you’re saying you’ll be an accomplice?”

“One gun is enough; a second gun isn’t needed.”

“So you’re telling me the Colonel will kill me?!”

“Yes!”

“And when do you suppose he’ll do it?”

“He didn’t consult me.”

“Then how are you so sure he’ll kill me?”

“Because he’ll kill you!”

“Are you thinking of what you’d do if you were him?”

“No — I’m thinking of what he thought, being me.”

“How would you know that?”

“At the very least, I know myself!”