"Perhaps so, but a straight line is the shortest distance between two points."
"Oh, I like that," cried she who had sought for mystery. "It sounds so original, and I am sure that no one can understand it—what does it mean?"
"It means," said Gud, "that you and I have very much in common that quite transcends the reach and grasp of men."
"You flatter me."
"But really, that is true."
"Then quick, write it down before you lose the inspiration."
"But I have nothing on which to write," said Gud.
She blushed and turned away from him, and tore the whiteness from her bosom, and turned again toward Gud and handed him the whiteness that had covered up the secrets of her heart.
Gud took the whiteness of her bosom and thereupon he began to write, while she lay down upon the other side of the pool, and hid her bosom away from Gud, lest, now with its whiteness gone, he might see the color of her heart.
And so Gud, who is made in the image of man, became as a man. And as he wrote he forgot the woman, for when a pen is in the hand of man or god, the light that lies in woman's eyes burns dim as some brief candle.