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I don't understand much about these matters myself, but I take it he is a sort of evolved codger. Mrs Allmash. Oh, how awfully interesting! Dear Mr Drygull, do tell us some of the extraordinary things the Rishi can do. Drygull.
Dear Mr Germsell, I was just telling Lady Fritterly what an interesting conversation we were having last night when it was unfortunately interrupted. I shall be so glad if you would explain more fully now what you were telling me. I am sure everybody would be interested. Lady Fritterly. Oh do, Mr Germsell; it would be quite too nice of you. And, Mr Drygull, will you ask the Khoja to Mr Drygull.
His whole system of philosophy is nothing more nor less than the result of the liberation of certain forces produced by chemical action in the brain. Drygull. Then, if I understand you rightly, if the chemical changes which have been taking place for some years past in his brain had liberated a different set of forces, we should have had altogether a different philosophy. Germsell.
Why, Rollestone, you would make all the women detestable if you could have your way. Rollestone. I don't think there is any immediate cause for alarm on that score. I have a few people coming to me to-morrow evening; do you think you can spare a moment from your numerous engagements? Lady Fritterly and Lord Fondleton are coming; and perhaps, Mr Drygull, you will come, and bring Mr Allyside.
Then there is Mr Coldwaite, the celebrated Comtist; and Mr Fussle, who writes those delightful articles on prehistoric aesthetic evolution; and Mr Drygull, the eminent theosophist, whose stories about esoteric Buddhism are quite too extraordinary, and who has promised to bring a Khoja a most interesting moral specimen, my dear who has just arrived from Bombay; and Lord Fondleton. Mrs Allmash.
The work of science has been not to extend our experience, for that is impossible, but to systematise it; and in that systematisation of it will be found the religion of which we are in search. Drygull. May I ask why you deem it impossible that our experience can be extended? Germsell. Because it has itself defined its limits.
It is the inarticulate utterance of the quickened human aspiration, in itself a proof that these new potencies are already stirring the dry bones of Christendom, and a sure earnest that their coming in answer to that aspiration will not be long delayed. Drygull. Of course, I entirely disagree with you as to any such necessity in regard to the moral requirements of the world, existing.
There, it is getting louder, like distant artillery, and yet so near. Oh, Mr Drygull, what a wonderful man the Rishi must be! Drygull. Yes; he knew that at this hour to-day I should need an illustration of his power, and he is kindly furnishing us with one. Germsell. Fussle. Well, now, do you know, I don't feel quite sure of that.
The chemical changes would in that case have been different. Drygull. But the changes must be produced by forces acting on them. Germsell.
You must have met, in the course of your travels, that more enlightened and initiated class of Buddhists, with whom I sympathise, who are quite indifferent to considerations of this nature. Rollestone. And who were too much occupied with their subjective prospects in Nirvana, to be affected by the needs of terrestrial humanity. Drygull. Quite so. Mrs Allmash.
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