"I remember. We were getting very candid. You said you liked it." "So I did. I said what I said just now because I wanted to go on where we left off. We were just going to quarrel healthily when Mr. Brownrigg pointed out that in the millennium of Graubosch the impious man would have no cause for despondency. The class of Insulated Ideas, evolved from the theory of Metaphysical Checks, will at once provide the Dogmatist with materials, and the Blasphemer with an object to give his attention to...." "I remember. If I belonged to the latter class, I shouldn't be a Grauboschite. Too much like Temperance Drinks, that make you feel as if you were drunk...." Challis arrested his own speech, as if he had had enough of triviality, and spoke seriously. "I want you to tell me something, without any reserve." "Go on. I will, if I can." "You read one of my books, I know ... what!--two more since September!--fancy that!... Well--what was your impression? As to what we are speaking of, I mean. Did it strike you that I made light of subjects usually held sacred?" "It struck me that you did not hold them sacred. I do not mean a syllable more than I say. Your writing, so far as I have read it, is negative." "I have wished to keep it so. Why should any author try to disturb or unsettle beliefs that he cannot replace--even by a Metaphysical Check? You remember what I said to you last year, just the other side of where the brook runs across the road on its own account, by the little footbridge?... well!--it was quite true. I have no antipathy to any beliefs of other people, having none of my own. I merely take exception to the recitation of Creeds." "Even when the reciter is free to choose silence." "If he stands up it comes to the same thing." "He needn't unless he likes. At least, in my Church." "Then suppose he _does_ believe some of it, is he to jump up and down? There must be what my Bob calls a good few persons who believe the first seven and the last four words of the Creed ... well!--the regular Creed--you know which one I mean ... and you could hardly expect them to sit still all through the business part of the recitation and cut in at the end." "You're only half serious, Challis. Your inveterate propensity to quips of thought and paradox, as it is called, misleads you and spoils your talk. Surely a declaration of faith is an intrinsic necessity in a communion! How can it exist otherwise?" "You must keep the disbelievers out--is that it?" Challis thought it time for a cigar. When he had got it lighted, he resumed: "Yes!--as a means of constructing communions, Creeds are invaluable. The communion that had none would be too big. As for me, I never can help thinking of those lines: "'One all too sure of God to need That token to the world without Of homage paid by faith to doubt, The recitation of a Creed.' ... Where do they come from, did you say? 'In Memoriam,' I suppose."