Archibald: All well and good. All well and good, to be sure. But what's to do? How does one occupy his time?
Beechcroft's Reflection: Too much of a good thing?
Archibald: I wouldn't say that.
Beechcroft's Reflection: But you're thinking it. Bored to death, aren't you?
Archibald: Well, let's just say that, let's just say that I am temporarily somewhat accessible to suggestions as to how to occupy my time.
Beechcroft's Reflection: Let's face it. You are bored to tears. Solitude is one thing but loneliness, loneliness is quite another.
Archibald: Loneliness nothing. I despise people. I loathe them. And I, Archibald Beechcroft, have done away with them. For good and all, mind you.
Beechcroft's Reflection: For good and all. Thought about any alternatives?
Archibald: Alternatives to what?
Beechcroft's Reflection: Alternatives to this. You're bored! You don't have idea one how to occupy your time. People are bad enough but inactivity is even worse. How about it?
Archibald: Oh, don't talk nonsense, please. I'm content. I'm honestly and truly content for the first time in my life. I've rid myself of the worst scourge there is. The populace.
Beechcroft's Reflection: Well, what about the thing that's going to happen to you in the after...
Archibald: Shut up.