"I'm keen on philosophy. Are you?"
"I'm going to be when I begin Greats."
"Don't you like it now?"
"In a crude sort of way. We're always talking about God at Oxford."
"That must be splendid. I have to do it with myself, but I don't get any further."
"Than what?"
"Than a tremendous conviction that there can't be one."
"There isn't."
"You've settled it?"
"Long ago."