"Say it all for me, will you, Inez?"
Inez, in her soft contralto, repeated the lines.
"And you don't believe it?" Douglas' voice was wistful. "Don't you wish you did?"
"I don't know as I do," replied Inez.
"But don't you see," urged Douglas, "that without believing it, there's no meaning to anything?"
"Well, what of it?" asked Inez.
"I'm the kind of a guy that has to see a purpose to things, I guess," replied Douglas, heavily. "Peter is dead right. Lost Chief is a rotten hole."
"It's a rotten place for women and a paradise for men," stated Judith flatly.
"Never was any place in the world more beautiful," mused Inez. "If you'd just see the beauty all around you, Doug, you'd do without the religion."
"I do see the beauty," replied Douglas. "I've been seeing it ever since you told me to look for it. But it just makes me blue."