“I suppose it’s impossible.”
“Absolutely.”
“For the mind, there is no tonic like travel,” he said.
“It must be a sovereign cure for egoism.”
“If anything will cure that disease.” Her face saddened.
“You believe it is quite incurable?”
“If it is constitutional.”
“Don’t you think that sometimes people grow egoistic through having to fight incessantly for existence—I mean for individual existence?”
“It certainly is the instinct of moral self-preservation. It corresponds to the raised arm when a blow threatens.”
“One has the choice between egoism and extinction.”