Pa. Those that are in a Trance, do neither hear, nor see, nor smell, nor feel, if you kill them outright.
Ma. Indeed I have heard so.
Pa. What do you think is the Reason?
Ma. Do you, Philosopher, tell that.
Pa. Because their Mind is in Heaven, where it enjoys what it dearly loves; and therefore is absent from the Body.
Ma. Well, what then?
Pa. What then, hard-hearted Creature? Then it follows, that I am dead, and you have killed me.
Ma. Where is your Soul then?
Pa. Where it loves.
Ma. Who took this Soul of yours away? What do you Sigh for? Tell me freely: There's no Hurt in it.