If I Had 20 Days To Solve

You Believe In A God Who Plays Dice, I In Complete Law And Order.

The Dog Is Very Smart. He Feels Sorry For Me Because I Receive So Much Mail; That's Why He Tries To Bite The Mailman.

Dear Habicht, / Such A Solemn Air Of Silence Has Descended Between Us That I Almost Feel As If I Am Committing A Sacrilege When I Break It Now With Some Inconsequential Babble... / What Are You Up To, You Frozen Whale, You Smoked, Dried, Canned Piece Of Soul...?

The Idle Man Does Not Know What It Is To Enjoy Rest.

Please Explain The Problem To Me Slowly, As I Do Not Understand Things Quickly.