“I couldn't bear that. What would be the use of living?”
Watching the frown of those pretty oblique brows, Ashurst answered:
“I don't believe in believing things because a one wants to.”
“But why should one wish to live again, if one isn't going to?”
And she looked full at him.
He did not want to hurt her, but an itch to dominate pushed him on to say:
“While one's alive one naturally wants to go on living for ever; that's part of being alive. But it probably isn't anything more.”
“Don't you believe in the Bible at all, then?”
Ashurst thought: 'Now I shall really hurt her!'
“I believe in the Sermon on the Mount, because it's beautiful and good for all time.”