These came to Doctor
Levillier day by day, overtaken by sad moments, by sudden, dreary
crises of the soul, that set them impotently wailing, like Job among
the potsherds. Many of them did not "curse God," only because they did
not believe in Him.
It is not the fashion in London to believe in God just now.
Dr. Levillier had always, since he was a youth, walking hospitals and
searching the terror of life for all its secrets, felt a deep care, a
deep solicitude, for each duet, body and soul, that walked the world. He
had never set them apart, never lost sight of one in turning his gaze
upon the other. This fact, no doubt, accounted partially for the fact
that many looked upon him as the greatest nerve-doctor in London. For the
nervous system is surely a network lacing the body to the soul, and _vice
versa_. Every _liaison_ has its connecting links, the links that have
brought it into being. One lust stretches forth a hook and finds an eye
in another, and there is union. So with faiths, with longings, with fine
aspirations, with sordid grovellings. There is ever the hook seeking the
appropriate eye. The body has a hook, the soul an eye. They meet at birth
and part only at death.
Dr. Levillier was constantly, and ignorantly, entreated to adjust the
one comfortably in the other.
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