Here's the opening instalment:
Is man ever hurt in a motor smash?
No. He sustains an injury.
Does such a man ever die from his injuries?
No. He succumbs to them.
Correct. But supposing an ambulance is sent for. He is put into the ambulance and rushed (never merely taken) to hospital. Is he dead when he gets there, assuming he is not alive?
No, he is not dead. Life is found to be extinct.
[Or these days, I suppose, "he was pronounced dead on arrival".]
Correct again. A final question. Did he go into the hospital, or enter it, or be brought into it?
He did not. He was admitted to it.
Good. That will do for today.
And a little later, there were these examples from the pub:
What is it that a final drink will not do us?
Harm.
What is the condition which, by reason of the long time we will be subject to it, supports the theory that it would be safe to have one more?
The condition of being dead.
For what service maintained by the rating authority is it permissible to have still another final drink?
The road.
And upon what did bird never fly?
Wan [One] wing.
I recently posted another wonderful passage of O'Brien's over on Froogville here.
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