I take it it's a kind of heretic you're becoming yourself." Peter pulled up a chair and got out his own pipe.

"Arnold," he said, "I'm too serious to joke, and I don't know that I'm even a Christian heretic.
I don't know what I am and where I stand.

I wish I did; I wish I even knew how much I disbelieved, for then I'd know what to do.

But it's not that my dogmas have been attacked and weakened.

I've no new light on the Apostles' Creed and no fresh doubts about it.