“Why did I walk so purposefully in a straight line? Where would it take me? He went round and round and we got there all the same.”

“What the deuce is it to me?" he interrupted impatiently: "you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.”

“What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began? It could not be a wall; but there could be a thin line there all round everything.[...]It pained him that he did not know well what politics meant and that he did not know where the universe ended. He felt small and weak. When would he be like the fellows in poetry and rhetoric?”

“Perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road.”

“Childhood went by enjoying 'Merry Go Round'.. but this life's 'Go Round' is not Merrier at all.. the path of life is taking me back to the same point.. again n again.. just to refresh my wounds.. n give me new pain n ache.. !!!”

“They were going round and round the island, but they did not meet because all were going at the same rate.”