No Nothing
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"What are you searching for?" Donna finally asked from the couch she was sitting in, tearing away from the bright socks she was knitting.
"What?" the Doctor turned around abruptly, looking around with puzzlement. "Oh. . . nothing."
"Right," Donna nodded, despite the gesture and word, in disbelief. "And if you tell me what you're looking for?"
"I don't really know what I'm searching for," he shrugged. "But. . . I think that I am searching for something."
"That doesn't make sense," Donna replied, then rolled her eyes. "Then again, nothing around here does."
"That doesn't make sense," the Doctor pointed out.
"What?"
"You saying that nothing makes sense," he clarified. "You see, 'nothing makes sense' implies that it does make sense, but I know that you mean that no thing here does make sense. But, if you say that nothing doesn't make sense, it not only is grammatically incorrect, it means that there is nothing that cannot make sense."
Donna frowned, "You lost me at the second sentence."
"It's like the phrase 'no nothing'!" the Doctor explained, completely abandoning his search and joining Donna on the couch to ramble. "It implies that there is no nothing, in the sense that there is no such thing as it, that it does not exist, that there is always something. In reality, the phrase is trying to say that there is nothing."
"You never even had me," Donna sighed and fondly shook her head.
Inspired by my annoyance at the phrase "no nothing", and my own rambling and justification of said annoyance. Thanks for reading, and I'll be back to my usual Sunday updating schedule with the next chapter.