“This is pointless! This is ridiculous! Isn’t it clear to you yet: you are starting what is called — a revolution!”

“Yes, a revolution! Why is it ridiculous?”

“Ridiculous — because revolutions aren’t possible. Because our — I am talking, not you — our revolution was the last. And there cannot be any more revolutions . . . Everyone knows that . . .”

A mocking, sharp triangle of eyebrows: “My sweet, you are a mathematician. More than that, you are a philosopher of mathematics. So then, tell me: what is the final number?”

“What is that? I . . . I don’t understand: which final number?”

“Well — the last, the highest, the biggest . . .”

“But, I-330 — that is ridiculous. The number of numbers is infinite; which final one do you want?”

“Well, which final revolution do you want then? There isn’t a final one. Revolutions are infinite. Final things are for children because infinity scares children and it is important that children sleep peacefully at night . . .”