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form of his host, who had risen and come close to the fire.
`I cannot admit,' he was saying, `the identity of the Creator with the created. God exists outside ourselves. Nor can I admit that there is no definite purpose and fulfilment. All is shaped to His great ends. I think we are too given to spiritual pride. The world has lost reverence; I regret it, I bitterly regret it.'
`I rejoice at it,' said the man in khaki. `Now, Captain Fort, your turn to bat!'
Fort, who had been looking at Noel, gave himself a shake, and said: `I think what monsieur calls expression, I call fighting. I suspect the Universe of being simply a long fight, a sum of conquests and defeats. Conquests leading to defeats, defeats to conquests. I want to win while I'm alive, and because I want to win, I want to live on after death. Death is a defeat. I don't want to admit it. While I have that instinct, I don't think I shall really die; when I lose it, I think I shall.' He was conscious of Noel's face turning towards him, but had the feeling that she wasn't really listening. `I suspect that what we call spirit is just the fighting instinct; that what we call matter is the mood of lying down. Whether, as Mr. Pierson says, God is outside us, or, as monsieur thinks, we are all part of God, I don't know, I'm sure.'
`Ah! There we arel' said the man in khaki. `We all speak after our temperaments, and none of us know. The religions of the world are just the poetic expressions of certain strongly marked temperaments. Monsieur was a poet just now, and his is the only temperament which has never yet been rammed down the world's throat in the form of religion. Go out and proclaim your views from the house-tops, monsieur, and see what happens.'
The painter shook his head with a smile which seemed to Fort very bright on the surface, and very sad underneath.

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