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Chapter II. The Tide Of Death

           Theworn-outbodilymachinecan’trecorditsimpression,butweknowthementalpleasurewhichliesinadreamoratrance.Naturemaybuildabeautifuldoorandhangitwithmanyagauzyandshimmeringcurtaintomakeanentrancetothenewlifeforourwonderingsouls.Inallmyprobingsoftheactual,Ihavealwaysfoundwisdomandkindnessatthecore;andifeverthefrightenedmortalneedstenderness,itissurelyashemakesthepassageperilousfromlifetolife.No,Summerlee,Iwillhavenoneofyourmaterialism,forI,atleast,amtoogreatathingtoendinmerephysicalconstituents,apacketofsaltsandthreebucketfulsofwater.Here—here"—andhebeathisgreatheadwithhishuge,hairyfist—"thereissomethingwhichusesmatter,butisnotofit—somethingwhichmightdestroydeath,butwhichdeathcanneverdestroy."

           "Talkin’ofdeath,"saidLordJohn."I’maChristianofsorts,butitseemstometherewassomethin’mightynaturalinthoseancestorsofourswhowereburiedwiththeiraxesandbowsandarrowsandthelike,sameasiftheywerelivin’onjustthesameastheyusedto.Idon’tknow,"headded,lookingroundthetableinashamefacedway,"thatIwouldn’tfeelmorehomelymyselfifIwasputawaywithmyold.450Expressandthefowlin’-piece,theshorteronewiththerubberedstock,andacliportwoofcartridges—justafool’sfancy,ofcourse,butthereitis.Howdoesitstrikeyou,HerrProfessor?"

           "Well,"saidSummerlee,"sinceyouaskmyopinion,itstrikesmeasanindefensiblethrowbacktotheStoneAgeorbeforeit.

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