In any discussion there's always a chance that one of the parties to the discussion will enter an area which I will call Nonsense. I know this, because in most discussions entering the area of Nonsense is something I am very prone to. I don't know why it happens, and I have learned to accept this mental anomaly with what I reckon is good humor.
And too, most of the discussions in my world are actually between parts of my
own mind. In short there's pretty much of a quarrel going on inside of me all
the time. Then it snows, and the desperate question is how much snow. Well
there's no simple answer. And after long, sometimes difficult debate, we've
either had 3 foot 8 inches of snow, or 11 inches of snow.