"And when the war was over, what did you then?"
"Knocked about a bit with some pals I'd picked up."
"We heard you'd taken up ranching in the Argentine, and made a tidy fortune."
"I didn't do badly, that's a fact. But what is a man profited if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?"
"Please don't look at me as if I knew the answer."
"It's a question we've all got to face, soon or late."
"You forget the life one leads: a studied attempt to forget that such a question ever was asked."
"Find it succeeds?"
"Only part of the time, at best. But is one to understand you lost your soul in the Argentine? It sounds so amusingly immoral."
"At least I realized down there my soul was in a fair way to prove a total loss. We were rather out of the world, you know, away back from anywhere; so I had lots of time to think, and learned I hadn't found what I'd gone to France to seek; that there'd been nothing really elevating or heroic about the war, only sound and fury; in other words that, when all was said and done, you were all that had ever really mattered. So I sold out and shipped for home."