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"Life breeds passion, passion breeds suffering, suffering breeds the yearning for relief from suffering. Men throng to Sant from all parts, in order to have the scars of their souls healed." "In place of hatred of pleasure, which all can understand, what simple formula do you offer?" "Iron obedience to duty," answered Spadevil.
How can we always recognise it, in order to avoid it?" "Rigidly follow duty, and such questions will not arise." Later in the afternoon, Tydomin timidly placed her fingers on Spadevil's arm. "Fearful doubts are in my mind," she said. "This expedition to Sant may turn out badly. I have seen a vision of you, Spadevil, and myself lying dead and covered in blood, but Maskull was not there."
She looked at him, so that all the soul was in her eyes; and then she fell down dead. Hator awoke from his thoughts, and saw her lying, still warm, at his feet, a corpse. He passed to the mainland; but how, it is not related." Tydomin shuddered. "You too have met your wicked woman, Spadevil; but your method is a nobler one." "Don't pity other women," said Spadevil, "but love the right.
Maskull lingered no longer, but permitted Spadevil to cover his sorb. While the iron hand was still pressing his forehead, the new law quietly flowed into his consciousness, like a smooth-running stream of clean water which had hitherto been dammed by his obstructive will. The law was duty.
"Don't you repent your crimes?" asked Maskull. "Leave the past alone," said Spadevil, "it cannot be reshaped. The future alone is ours. It starts fresh and clean from this very minute. Why do you hesitate, Maskull? Are you afraid?" "What is the name of, those organs, and what is their function?" "They are probes, and they are the gates opening into a new world."
His face was beardless, lemon-coloured, and anxious-looking. It was disfigured by a number of longitudinal ruts, a quarter of an inch deep, the cavities of which seemed clogged with ancient dirt. The hair of his head was black and sparse. Instead of the twin membranous organs of Spadevil, he possessed but one; and this was in the centre of his brow.
"Maulger is dead," said Catice, speaking the same tongue as Spadevil, but with an even harsher accent, so that the tympanum of Maskull's ear was affected painfully. The latter saw before him a bowed, powerful individual, advanced in years. He wore nothing but a scanty loincloth. His trunk was long and heavy, but his legs were rather short.
"A forest of false ideas is waiting for your axe," said Maskull. "But will they allow it?" "Spadevil knows, Maskull," said Tydomin, "that be it today or be it tomorrow, love can't be kept out of a land, even by the disciples of Hator." "Beware of love beware of emotion!" exclaimed Spadevil. "Love is but pleasure once removed. Think not of pleasing others, but of serving them."
"Forgive me, Spadevil, if I am still feminine." "Right has no sex. So long, Tydomin, as you remember that you are a woman, so long you will not enter into divine apathy of soul." "But where there are no women, there are no children," said Maskull. "How came there to be all these generations of Hator men?"
So regular had been the ascent, and so great was the distance, that the huge pyramid looked nothing more than a slight swelling on the face of the earth. Spadevil stopped, and gazed over the landscape in silence. In the evening sunlight his form looked more dense, dark, and real than ever before. His features were set hard in grimness. He turned around to his companions.
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