to entrap a poor, innocent, bumbling Tortoise in a fatal contradiction.
If it were so harmless, why would you be trying so bloody hard to get
me to do it? Eh?
Achilles: You've left me speechless. You make me feel like a villain, where
I really had only the most innocent of motivations.
Tortoise: That's what everyone believes of himself ...
Achilles: Shame on me-trying to outwit you, to use words to snare you in
a self-contradiction. I feel so rotten.
Tortoise: And well you should. I know what you were trying to set up.
Your plan was to make me accept sentence 3, to wit: "My shell is green
and my shell is not green". And such a blatant falsehood is repellent to
the Tongue of a Tortoise.
Achilles: Oh, I'm so sorry I started all this.
Tortoise: You needn't be sorry. My feelings aren't hurt. After all, I'm used
to the unreasonable ways of the folk about me. I enjoy your company,
Achilles, even if your thinking lacks clarity.
Achilles: Yes... Well, I fear I am set in my ways, and will probably
continue to err and err again, in my quest for Truth.
Tortoise: Today's exchange may have served a little to right your course.
Good day, Achilles.
Achilles: Good day, Mr. T.(^180) Chromatic Fantasy, And Feud