He said, ‘Oh, no, oh no! I want no souls. Life is all I want.’ Here he brightened up. ‘I am pretty indifferent about it at present. Life is all right. I have all I want. You must get a new patient, doctor, if you wish to study zoophagy!’
This puzzled me a little, so I drew him on. ‘Then you command life. You are a god, I suppose?’
He smiled with an ineffably benign superiority. ‘Oh no!
Far be it from me to arrogate to myself the attributes of the
Deity. I am not even concerned in His especially spiritual doings. If I may state my intellectual position I am, so far as concerns things purely terrestrial, somewhat in the position
which Enoch occupied spiritually!’
This was a poser to me. I could not at the moment recall Enoch’s appositeness, so I had to ask a simple question, though
