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Saturday March 19th 1881 (4) |
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| < Previous | 'That's as maybe,' I rejoined. My face started to flush and I could feel my voice rising with my blood pressure, 'But what if the essence you reveal is not what you hoped? It may be that the essence of a man is not his soul - an angel captured in flesh - but a devil in human form? What if the essence of a man is truly as that Darwin fellow presumes: an ape, killing in the dark forests of the past? What if we are truly nothing more than beasts? What might you bring forth with these foolish experiments of yours? What demon might you conjure?' I was now shouting at him, and I could see his own choler rising. 'What kind of fool are you?' |
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