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He put his arm in mine and whispered in my ear, as if it were the apocalypse: 'Never trust a God that you can't improve on." "What can he have meant?" said the atheist, with all his logic awake. "Obviously one should not trust any God that one can improve on." "It is the way he talks," said MacIan, almost indifferently; "but he says rummier things than that.
MacIan, come," he said, leaning back in his chair, "do you generally enter you friends' houses by walking through the glass?" "He is not my friend," said Evan, with the stolidity of a dull child. "Not your friend, eh?" said the magistrate, sparkling. "Is he your brother-in-law?" "He is my enemy," said Evan, simply; "he is the enemy of God." Mr.
Both the men, according to their several creeds, felt the full thunder of the psalm of life as they had never heard it before; MacIan felt God the Father, benignant in all His energies, and Turnbull that ultimate anonymous energy, that Natura Naturans, which is the whole theme of Lucretius. It was down this clamorous ladder of life that they went down to die.
You will laugh if I suggest that we may have made in Fleet Street an atmosphere in which a man can be so passionate as Sir Lancelot and as pure as Sir Galahad. But, after all, we have in the modern world erected many such atmospheres. We have, for instance, a new and imaginative appreciation of children." "Quite so," replied MacIan with a singular smile.
Then before MacIan could get past his sprawling and staggering figure he ran forward again and said with a sort of shouting and ear-shattering whisper: "I say, my name is Wilkinson. You know Wilkinson's Entire was my grandfather. Can't drink beer myself. Liver." And he shook his head with extraordinary sagacity.
But when the stranger silently indicated the rope that led to the machine, he found himself pausing and saying: "I can't leave MacIan behind in this den." "We are going to destroy the Pope and all the kings," said the new-comer. "Would it be wiser to take him with us?" Somehow the muttering Turnbull found himself in the flying ship also, and it swung up into the sunset.
Turnbull leapt up again in a living fury and cried: "What have I got to do with MacIan? I believe all I ever believed, and disbelieve all I ever disbelieved. What does all this mean, and what do you want with me here?" Then for the first time the other lifted himself from the edge of the car and faced him. "I have brought you here," he answered, "to take part in the last war of the world."
And what do you mean by justice, apart from your feelings?" MacIan made a gesture of weary recognition! "Oh, Nominalism," he said, with a sort of sigh, "we had all that out in the twelfth century." "I wish we could have it out now," replied the other, firmly. "Do you really mean that if you came to think me right, you would be certainly wrong?"
"Good Lord!" cried Turnbull, bitterly, "there seem to be some advantages in really being an idiot." Then advancing to the fringe of the fire he called out on chance to the invisible singer: "Can you come out? Are you cut off?" "God help us all!" said MacIan, with a shudder; "he's laughing now."
MacIan took one stride to the table, leant across it, and said: "We can't stop here, we're not mad people!" "We don't use the crude phrase," said the doctor, smiling at his patent-leather boots. "But you can't think us mad," thundered MacIan. "You never saw us before. You know nothing about us. You haven't even examined us." The doctor threw back his head and beard.
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