heard? If not material, how could it be constrained, directed, confined? As you suggest has been done
with Walters' soul by this doll-maker. If material, then where does it reside in the body? Within the brain?
I have operated upon hundreds and never yet have I opened any secret chamber housing this mysterious
occupant. Little cells, far more complicated in their workings than any machinery ever devised, changing
their possessor's mentality, moods, reason, emotion, personality-according to whether the little cells are
functioning well or ill. These I have found, Braile-but never a soul. Surgeons have thoroughly explored
the balance of the body. They, too, have found no secret temple within it. Show me a soul, Braile, and I'll
believe in Madame Mandilip."
He studied me in silence for a little, then nodded.
"Now I understand. It's hit you pretty hard, too, hasn't it? You're doing a little beating of your own