There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.
While we were at work there came nine or 10 of the natives to a small hill a little way from us, and stood there menacing and threatening of us, and making a great noise. At last one of them came towards us, and the rest followed at a distance.
The poor are the only consistent altruists; they sell all they have and give it to the rich.

