“Then hold your tongue, you sceptic.”
“Sceptics are the most conscientious of men.”
“They have no conscience.”
“What are you saying? They have two apiece at least!”
“So you want to discount heaven, a thoroughly commercial notion. Ancient religions were but the unchecked development of physical pleasure, but we have developed a soul and expectations; some advance has been made.”
“What can you expect, my friends, of a century filled with politics to repletion?” asked Nathan. “What befell The History of the King of Bohemia and his Seven Castles, a most entrancing conception?...”
“I say,” the would-be critic cried down the whole length of the table. “The phrases might have been drawn at hap-hazard from a hat, ‘twas a work written ‘down to Charenton.’”
“You are a fool!”
“And you are a rogue!”
“Oh! oh!”