"Will you please play with me?" he asked.
"Certainly not," said the lamb. In the first place, I cannot get into your pen, and I am not old enough to jump over the fence. In the second place, I am not interested in pigs. Pigs mean less than nothing to me."
"What do you mean , less than nothing?" replied Wilbur. "I don't think there is any such things as less than nothing. Nothing is absolutely the limit of nothingness. It's the lowest you can go. It's the end of the line. How can something be less than nothing? If there were something that was less than nothing, than nothing would not be nothing, it would be something- even though it's just a very little bit of something. But if nothing is nothing, then nothing has nothing that is less than it is."
-from Charlotte's Web by E.B White, pg. 28-
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