I was just wondering, what if cryogenics had been perfected round at the time of Russell`s death? Can you imagine what he would be forced to confront if he were to be brought out of deep freeze and resuscitated? Suppose he was sat in front of Milton Henschels desk in Brooklyn, how would the conversation go?
I think it would go some thing like this:
- Hi, Charlie, nice frock coat!
Well, I am the faithful and discreet slave, so I like to look my best.
- Er, no you`re not, there`s thousands of us that make up 1 slave, bit like the trinity ha ha!
Goodness me, so tell me, who took over from me? The judge you say? You daft buggers! He wouldn`t be good for the International Bible Students!
-Umm, actually, Chas, we now call ourselves Jehovahs witnesses……….
Jehovahs witnesses? How presumptious! It sounds like an automobile accident! What else do I not know?
-Well, we don’t infuse blood to save our lives, we refuse to acknowledge the existence of brothers who have a mind of their own and we get the best out of everyone by telling them that the whole world hates them. It’s a bit like being a player for Manchester United.
Milton, I am starting to become very cross....
-Ah, yes, the cross, take a seat, old chap, there is something I have to tell you..., by the way, has anyone mentioned 1975 to you yet?
Englishman - who sometimes wonder if the old boy wasn`t a decent sort of fellow after all.