“Let's have that down,” said Lilly.
LOVE IS THE SOUL'S RESPIRATION. He printed it on the old mantel-piece.
Jim eyed the letters.
“It's right,” he said. “Quite right. When you love, your soul breathes in. If you don't breathe in, you suffocate.”
“What about breathing out?” said Robert. “If you don't breathe out, you asphyxiate.”
“Right you are, Mock Turtle—” said Jim maliciously.
“Breathing out is a bloody revolution,” said Lilly.
“You've hit the nail on the head,” said Jim solemnly.
“Let's record it then,” said Lilly. And with the blue pencil he printed:
WHEN YOU LOVE, YOUR SOUL BREATHES IN— WHEN YOUR SOUL BREATHES OUT, IT'S A BLOODY REVOLUTION.