It is not so."
The strength of his hand's grip upon Julian's shoulder seemed to indicate
a violence of feeling which the tones of his voice did not imply. Julian
listened, and then said, in a hesitating, irresolute manner:
"Yes, I see, Val; but I say, where are we travelling? or, at least,
where shall we travel if we don't pull up, if we keep on? That's the
thing, I suppose."
As he spoke he did not tell himself that it was nothing less than the
disconnected and ungrammatical remarks of the lady of the feathers which
prompted this consideration, this prophetic movement of his mind. Yet so
it was. And when Valentine replied he, the saint, was fighting against
her, the sinner, and surely in the cause of evil. For he said lightly:
"After all, do human souls travel? I often think they are like eyes
looking at a whirling zoetrope. It is the zoetrope that travels."
"You think souls don't go up or down?"
"I think that none of us knows really much about souls, and that, after
all, it is best not to bother ourselves too much about them."
"Marr thought a great deal about them. I used to fancy that as some
maniacs have been known to murder people in order to tear out their
hearts, he could have murdered them to tear out their souls.
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