For Future Reference

I thought of a little scene, which I imagine in a Victorian setting, so I will write it down here for posterity. If I still think it's clever in the future, perhaps I'll incorporate it into a story.

"Come friend, have a drink and forget your worries. Ignorance is bliss, as they say."

"No sir, ignorance is death. I shall have sufficient time to be thoughtless whilst I rot in my grave. Meanwhile, I should like to think as much as I possibly can."