Le temps

...Deux le peuvent...

`I'm afraid I can't quite remember it,' Alice said, very politely.
`In that case we start afresh,' said Humpty Dumpty, `and it's my turn to choose a subject --' (`He talks about it just as if it was a game!' thought Alice.) `So here's a question for you. How old did you say you were?'
Alice made a short calculation, and said `Seven years and six months.'
`Wrong!' Humpty Dumpty exclaimed triumphantly. `You never said a word like it!'
`I thought you meant "How old are you?"' Alice explained.
`If I'd meant that, I'd have said it,' said Humpty Dumpty.
Alice didn't want to begin another argument, so she said nothing.
`Seven years and six months!' Humpty Dumpty repeated thoughtfully. `An uncomfortable sort of age. Now if you'd asked my advice, I'd have said "Leave off at seven" -- but it's too late now.'
`I never ask advice about growing,' Alice said indignantly.
`Too proud?' the other enquired.
Alice felt even more indignant at this suggestion. `I mean,' she said, `that one ca'n't help growing older.'
`One can't, perhaps,' said Humpty Dumpty; `but two can. With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven.'

Through the looking glass, Lewis Carroll