Chapter 8
“After all?” Ed prompted softly.
“After all,” the doctor repeated, then hesitated again, fixing his eyes on Ed, “it’s something that a man of your sort can understand most likely, but, since the order of the world is shaped by death, mightn’t it be better for God if we refuse to believe in Him and struggle with all our might against death, without raising our eyes toward the heaven where He sits in silence.”
Ed nodded.
“Yes. But your victories will never be lasting; that’s all.”
The doctor’s face darkened.
“Yes, I know that. But it’s no reason for giving up the struggle.”
“No reason, I agree. Only, I now can picture what this plague must mean for you.”
Bentham opened the door of his practice and told Ed that he, too, was going out; he had a patient to visit in the suburbs
