'You'll see in a minute,' Pengelly assured him. 'After the war I endured a succession of uncongenial jobs. I was clerk, secretary, lecturer for a Pacifist society, a number of things. I hated them all. I'm lazy by nature, for one thing. I detest to be under someone else's orders. I love to have my own free time. I perceived, of course, that in this postwar world there was no morality of any kind left. Everyone was for his own hand, no one had ideals any more, God had been reduced by the scientists to gas and water, the sexes were sexes no more, everyone was selfish, lazy and cruel. These things did not disgust or disappoint me. I had seen, through watching my brother for so long, how vile a human being could be. He was still abnormal because he was so complete, but he was only an extension
