He swears it is possible for two people who sit together often to get up a marvellous sympathy, which lasts on even when they are no longer sitting.

He says you can even see your companion's thoughts take form in the darkness before your eyes, and pass in procession like living things." "He must be mad." "Perhaps.

I don't know.

If he is, he can put his madness to you very lucidly, very ingeniously." Valentine stroked the white back of Rip meditatively with his foot.
"You have never sat, have you ?" he asked.
"Never." "Nor I.I have always thought it an idiotic and very dull way of wasting one's time.

Now, what on earth can a table have to do with one's soul ?" "I don't know.