Then, George, I asked you a question, and it’s the same question I want to ask you now, now that you’re actually able to understand it.  It’s because of this question that I’ve told you the long story about the Orange Girl.

I said: ‘Imagine that you were on the threshold of this fairytale, sometime billions of years ago when everything was created.  And you were able to choose whether you wanted to be born to a life on this planet at some point.  You wouldn’t know when you were going to be born, nor how long you’d live for, but at any event it wouldn’t be more than a few years.  All you’d know was that, if you chose to come into the world at some point, you’d also have to leave it again one day and go away from everything.  This might cause you a good deal of grief, as lots of people think that life in the great fairytale is so wonderful that the mere thought of it ending can bring tears to their eyes.  Things can be so nice here that it’s terribly painful to think that at some point the days will run out.’

You sat stock still on my lap.  And I said: ‘What would you have chosen, Georg, if there had been some higher power that gave you that choice? Perhaps we can imagine some sort of cosmic fairy in this great, strange fairytale.  Would you have chosen to live a life on earth at some point, whether short or long, in a hundred thousand or a hundred million years?’

I think I sighed heavily a couple of times before going on in a harsher tone: ‘Or would you have refused to join in the game because you didn’t like the rules?’