"Then tell me this. Who runs the bigger risk—you who trust your life to a beast for no reasons you can assign; or we, your disciples, who trust ourselves to the Universe in the name of your philosophy?"
"By far the bigger risk," he answered, "is yours."
"Then you mean to say that you have better reasons for trusting your beast than we have for trusting your system?"
"I do."
"You are quite serious?"
"I am."
"But follow this out," I said. "If we, your disciples, run the bigger risk in trusting ourselves to your system, you, its author, run the same risk yourself."
"You're strangely mistaken," he answered.
"Surely," said I, "we are all in the same boat. What reasons can you have, other than those you have given us, for trusting your conclusion as to the friendliness of the Universe?"
"You forget," he said. "In addition to the reasons I have given you, I have all those which induce me to trust my life to Ethelberta."