“Miriam, are you a pantheist?”
“The earth the sea and the sky
“The sun the moon and the stars
“Are not these, oh soul,
“That’s the Higher Pantheism.”
“Nearer is he than breathing, closer than hands and feet. It doesn’t matter what you call it.”
“If you don’t accept eternal punishment there can’t be eternal happiness.”
“Oh punishment, happiness; tweedledum, tweedledee.”
“Well—look here, there’s remorse. That’s deathless. It must be. If you feel remorseful about anything the feeling must last as long as you remember the thing.”
“Remorse is real enough. I know what you mean. But it may be short-sightedness. Not seeing all round a thing. Is that Tomlinson? Or it may be cleansing you. If it were complete Mag it would kill you outright. I can believe that. I can believe in annihilation. I am prepared for it. I can’t think why it doesn’t happen to me. That’s just it.”