_Germsell_. He says so himself, and he ought to know. His whole system of philosophy is nothing more nor less than the result of the liberation of certain forces produced by chemical action in the brain. _Drygull_. Then, if I understand you rightly, if the chemical changes which have been taking place for some years past in his brain had liberated a different set of forces, we should have had altogether a different philosophy. _Germsell_. The chemical changes would in that case have been different. _Drygull_. But the changes must be produced by forces acting on them. _Germsell_. Exactly: a force which has its source in the Unknowable produces a certain chemical action in the brain by which it becomes converted into thought or emotion, into love or philosophy, into art or religion, as the case may be: what the nature of that love or philosophy, or art or religion, may be, must depend entirely on the nature of the chemical change. _Lord Fondleton_ [_aside to_ Mrs Gloring]. I feel the most delightful chemical changes taking place now in my brain, dear Mrs Gloring. May I explain to you the exquisite nature of the forces that are being liberated, and which produce emotions of the most tender character. _Lady Fritterly_ [_sharply_]. What are you saying, Lord Fondleton? _Lord Fondleton_. Ahem--I was saying--ahem--I was saying that we shall be having some Yankee inventing steam thinking-mills and galvanic loving- batteries soon. What a lot of wear and tear it would save! I should go about covered with a number of electric love-wires for the force to play upon. _Fussle_. I think this matter wants clearing up, Mr Germsell. Why don't you write a book on mental and emotional physics?