“THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, said Death.

‘What does it contain, then?’

ME.

‘Besides you I mean!’

Death gave him a puzzled look. I’M SORRY?

‘I meant,’ said Ipslore, bitterly, ‘what is there in this world that makes living worth while?’

Death thought about it.

CATS, he said eventually, CATS ARE NICE.”