"Humour?" I ask as he repeats bits of my own words back to me. I am not interested in the concept so much as whether or not I have correctly identified it. Humour seems unnecessary as it usually plays on ambiguities, things that are obvious, or things that are improper. Perhaps that is why I have never liked it. Perhaps that is why I have not laughed in centuries.
"You did not." I reply immediately as he apologizes for disturbing me. "If it is the Spire you have come to look at, the way the moonlight strikes it makes this vantage point optimal for viewing." I say this with no small amount of obviousness in my voice. It is why I am standing here, as opposed to anywhere else of course.
"You did not." I reply immediately as he apologizes for disturbing me. "If it is the Spire you have come to look at, the way the moonlight strikes it makes this vantage point optimal for viewing." I say this with no small amount of obviousness in my voice. It is why I am standing here, as opposed to anywhere else of course.
