“Gives the stomach something to work at, and prevents it grinding on the nerves,” said Jim.
“But surely you don't want to keep your stomach always full and heavy.”
“I do, my boy. I do. It needs keeping solid. I'm losing life, if I don't. I tell you I'm losing life. Let me put something inside me.”
“I don't believe bread's any use.”
During breakfast Jim talked about the future of the world.
“I reckon Christ's the finest thing time has ever produced,” said he; “and will remain it.”
“But you don't want crucifixions ad infinitum,” said Lilly.
“What? Why not?”
“Once is enough—and have done.”
“Don't you think love and sacrifice are the finest things in life?” said Jim, over his bacon.