_Il y a la dedans quelque chose d'aveugle et de louche._" "Not a doubt of it," I assented.
"My dear, the real truth always sounds improbable, do you know that?
To make truth sound probable you must always mix in some falsehood with it.
Men have always done so.

Perhaps there's something in it that passes our understanding.

What do you think: is there something we don't understand in that triumphant squeal?
I should like to think there was.

I should like to think so." I did not speak.

He, too, was silent for a long time.