Gud suspected, even as the tale unfolded, that there had been some fearful blunder in the promises; and right enough he was, for the ninth promise of their creed had been, "Then ye shall know the truth."
So all the myriads of saved souls, who had cherished the promises, had come to know the truth as it had been promised them. When they arose in glittering gowns and halos bright upon that Resurrection Morn and started singing, one by one and then by twos and tens and soon by scores and thousands they remembered all that they had wished to know of all their pasts and ponderings. And to their minds, reborn to omniscience of the truth of what had been as it had really been, came also the memories of what they thought had been.
The books of hymns had fallen from their hands, and voices lost the key and shrieked in agony. Insane ravings, babblings and cursing smote the air of heaven. Chaos reigned supreme and all the hosts of heaven went raving mad and babbled as they raved.
Chapter XLI
I buy my clothes in high-priced shops;
My collars match my shirts;
I swing a dapper cane with ease
And ogle all the skirts.
I follow the ads in the Satevepost;
I have picked the car to buy;
I read the "Book of Etiquette,"
And "Sappho" on the sly.
A bit of my handkerchief always shows
In a pocket of my coat....
I carry a letter next to my heart
That a movie actress wrote.
I said to a lady I flirted with:
"I'm a gent!" But then she ran,
Though over her shoulder sweetly said:
"That's a third of a gentleman!"