The Sun Traveled Around the Sun, What the Deuce Is It to Me?

No man burdens his mind with small matters unless he has some very good reason for doing so. His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge of contemporary literature, philosophy and pol is. Now that i do know it, i shall do my best to forget it. To forget it. But the solar om i protested, what the deuce is it to me? He interrupted impatiently. If we went round the moon, they would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work. I pondered over our short conversation, however, and endeavoured to draw my deductions from it.