“Damn! Things are getting plainer. It must be the dawn creeping in.
“Now here hath been dawning another blue day;
I’m just a poor woman, please take it away.
“Oh, sleep! Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!”
Part 2
“Now,” said Ann Veronica, after the half-hour of exercise, and sitting on the uncomfortable wooden seat without a back that was her perch by day, “it’s no good staying here in a sort of maze. I’ve got nothing to do for a month but think. I may as well think. I ought to be able to think things out.
“How shall I put the question? What am I? What have I got to do with myself?...
“I wonder if many people HAVE thought things out?
“Are we all just seizing hold of phrases and obeying moods?
“It wasn’t so with old-fashioned people, they knew right from wrong; they had a clear-cut, religious faith that seemed to explain everything and give a rule for everything. We haven’t. I haven’t, anyhow. And it’s no good pretending there is one when there isn’t.... I suppose I believe in God.... Never really thought about Him—people don’t.. .. I suppose my creed is, ‘I believe rather indistinctly in God the Father Almighty, substratum of the evolutionary process, and, in a vein of vague sentimentality that doesn’t give a datum for anything at all, in Jesus Christ, His Son.’...
“It’s no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when one doesn’t....