The woman said to him, "Sir, you have nothing to draw with, and the well is deep. From where then have you that living water?

 Again the woman did not see it. And I think that this time she spoke with a jest, as if humouring one who was a little mad. "Give me this water," she said, "so that I will never be thirsty again and will not have to walk to the well day after day." She was jesting with a kind of humouring contempt about eternal things. 