Atheist's lucidity out of a very
real peril.
I thanked him for his courtesy, and in some confusion turned to
Reverie with the remark that I thought I now recollected to have heard
Christian's name, but understood he had indeed arrived, at last, at
the Celestial City for which he had set out.
"Celestial twaddle, sir!" cried Mr. Obstinate hoarsely. "He went
stark, staring mad, and now is dust, as we shall soon all be, that's
certain."
Then Cruelty rose out of his chair and elbowed his way to the door. He
opened it and looked out.
"I would," he said, "I had known of this Christian before he started.
Step you down to Vanity Fair, Sir Stranger, if the mood take you; and
we'll show you as pretty a persuasion against pilgrimage as ever you
saw." He opened his mouth where he stood between me and the stars.
"... There's many more!" he added with difficulty, as if his rage was
too much for him. He spat into the air and went out.
Presently after Liveloose rose up, smiling softly, and groped after
him.
A little silence followed their departure.
"You must tell your friend, Mr.
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