“All my life I wanted it not to be only words. I lived because I did not want it to be. Even now every day I want it to be not words.”
“Well, every one seeks to be where he is best off. The fish … that is, every one seeks his own comfort, that’s all. That’s been a commonplace for ages and ages.”
“Comfort, do you say?”
“Oh, it’s not worth while quarrelling over words.”
“No, you were right in what you said; let it be comfort. God is necessary and so must exist.”
“Well, that’s all right, then.”
“But I know He doesn’t and can’t.”
“That’s more likely.”
“Surely you must understand that a man with two such ideas can’t go on living?”
“Must shoot himself, you mean?”