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''S quite simple,' said Xeno. 'Look, let's say this olive stone is the arrow and this, and this-' he cast around aimlessly - 'and this stunned seagull is the tortoise, right? Now, when you fire the arrow it goes from here to the seag - the tortoise, am I right?'
'I suppose so, but-'
'But, bytortoise kebabs to prove him wrong. The trouble with my friend here is that he doesn't know the difference between a postulate and a metaphor of human existence. Or a hole in the ground.'
'It didn't hit it yesterday,' snapped Xeno.
'Yes, I was watching. You hardly pulled the string back. I saw you,' said Ibid.
They started to argue again. this time, the seagu - the tortoise has moved on a bit, hasn't he? Am I right?' 'I suppose so,' said Teppic, helplessly. Xeno gave him a look of triumph. 'So the arrow has to go a bit further, doesn't it, to where the tortoise is now. Meanwhile the tortoise has flow - moved on, not much, I'll grant you, but it doesn't have to be much. Am I right? So the arrow has a bit further to go, but the point is that by the time it gets to where the tortoise is now the tortoise isn't there. So, if the tortoise keeps moving, the arrow will never hit it. It'll keep getting closer and closer but never hit it. QED.' 'Are you right?' said Teppic automatically. 'No,' said Ibid coldly. 'There's a dozen
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