“The question is useless. I’m human.”
“Why shouldn’t we do what pleases us, then?” The voice was insistent. “What is life for if not for pleasure?”
“Would it be pleasure, though? Wouldn’t 112 the future hold for us more of pain than of pleasure?”
“No, never.” The words came with a slowness that meant finality. “Why need to-morrow or a year from now be different from to-day unless we make it so?”
“But it would change unconsciously. We’d think and hate ourselves.”
“For what reason? Isn’t it Nature that attracts us to each other and can Nature be wrong?”
“We can’t always depend upon Nature,” commented the man absently.
“That’s an artificial argument, and you know it.” A reprimand was in her voice. “If you can’t depend upon Nature to tell you what is right, what other authority can you consult?”
“But Nature has been perverted,” he evaded.
“Isn’t it possible your judgment instead is at fault?”