“Everything is very important,” he said.

     “Oh?” I said.

     “Yes,” he said. “Very important indeed.”

     “Indeed?”

     “Oh, indeed, indeed,” he said.

     “What does indeed mean?” I asked.

     “Oh,” he said, “you know, it means it is really very important.”

     “According to what?” I asked.

     “You know,” he said. “According to everything.”

     “Oh,” I said. “So, everything is very important according to everything, which you can’t actually define.”

     “Right,” he said.

     “Perhaps someone can define it for me then,” I said.

     “Maybe,” he said, non-committally.

     “So you really don’t care,” I said.

     “Eh,” he said. “If you put up too much of a fight, it’s not worth it to me to convince you that I’m right.”

     “So you’re only right insomuch as you can convince the easily convinced,” I said.

     “That’s true,” he said, “but if you tell too many people they might suspect I am full of shit.”