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His
thin
lips
,
like
the
dies
of
a
machine
,
stamped
out
phrases
that
cut
and
stung
;
or
again
,
pursing
caressingly
about
the
inchoate
sound
they
articulated
,
the
thin
lips
shaped
soft
and
velvety
things
,
mellow
phrases
of
glow
and
glory
,
of
haunting
beauty
,
reverberant
of
the
mystery
and
inscrutableness
of
life
;
and
yet
again
the
thin
lips
were
like
a
bugle
,
from
which
rang
the
crash
and
tumult
of
cosmic
strife
,
phrases
that
sounded
clear
as
silver
,
that
were
luminous
as
starry
spaces
,
that
epitomized
the
final
word
of
science
and
yet
said
something
more
—
the
poet
’
s
word
,
the
transcendental
truth
,
elusive
and
without
words
which
could
express
,
and
which
none
the
less
found
expression
in
the
subtle
and
all
but
ungraspable
connotations
of
common
words
.
He
,
by
some
wonder
of
vision
,
saw
beyond
the
farthest
outpost
of
empiricism
,
where
was
no
language
for
narration
,
and
yet
,
by
some
golden
miracle
of
speech
,
investing
known
words
with
unknown
significances
,
he
conveyed
to
Martin
’
s
consciousness
messages
that
were
incommunicable
to
ordinary
souls
.
Martin
forgot
his
first
impression
of
dislike
.
Here
was
the
best
the
books
had
to
offer
coming
true
.
Here
was
an
intelligence
,
a
living
man
for
him
to
look
up
to
.
"
I
am
down
in
the
dirt
at
your
feet
,
"
Martin
repeated
to
himself
again
and
again
.
"
You
’
ve
studied
biology
,
"
he
said
aloud
,
in
significant
allusion
.
To
his
surprise
Brissenden
shook
his
head
.
"
But
you
are
stating
truths
that
are
substantiated
only
by
biology
,
"
Martin
insisted
,
and
was
rewarded
by
a
blank
stare
.
"
Your
conclusions
are
in
line
with
the
books
which
you
must
have
read
.
"
"
I
am
glad
to
hear
it
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
That
my
smattering
of
knowledge
should
enable
me
to
short
-
cut
my
way
to
truth
is
most
reassuring
.
As
for
myself
,
I
never
bother
to
find
out
if
I
am
right
or
not
.
It
is
all
valueless
anyway
.
Man
can
never
know
the
ultimate
verities
.
"
"
You
are
a
disciple
of
Spencer
!
"
Martin
cried
triumphantly
.
"
I
haven
’
t
read
him
since
adolescence
,
and
all
I
read
then
was
his
‘
Education
.
’
"
"
I
wish
I
could
gather
knowledge
as
carelessly
,
"
Martin
broke
out
half
an
hour
later
.
He
had
been
closely
analyzing
Brissenden
’
s
mental
equipment
.
"
You
are
a
sheer
dogmatist
,
and
that
’
s
what
makes
it
so
marvellous
.
You
state
dogmatically
the
latest
facts
which
science
has
been
able
to
establish
only
by
à
posteriori
reasoning
.
You
jump
at
correct
conclusions
.
You
certainly
short
-
cut
with
a
vengeance
.
You
feel
your
way
with
the
speed
of
light
,
by
some
hyperrational
process
,
to
truth
.
"
"
Yes
,
that
was
what
used
to
bother
Father
Joseph
,
and
Brother
Dutton
,
"
Brissenden
replied
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
he
added
;
"
I
am
not
anything
.
It
was
a
lucky
trick
of
fate
that
sent
me
to
a
Catholic
college
for
my
education
.
Where
did
you
pick
up
what
you
know
?
"
