Thinking of this, I was shown into the study of the great teacher of ethics, and as I shook hands I met the keen brown eyes of--Frank Borderson. He had both my hands and shook them warmly. "Well, John! It is good to see you again. How well you look; how little you have changed! It's a good world you've come back to, isn't it?" "You are the most astonishing thing I've seen so far," I replied. "Do you really mean it? Are you--a Professor of Ethics?" "When I used to be a God-forsaken rascal, eh? Yes, it's really so. I've taught Ethics for twenty years, and gradually pushed along to this position. And I was a good deal farther off than Tibet, old man." I was tremendously glad to see him. It was more like a touch of the old life than anything I had yet found--except Nellie, of course. We spoke for some time of those years of boyhood; of the good times we had had together; of our common friends. He kept me to dinner; introduced me to his wife, a woman with a rather sad, sweet face, which seemed to bear marks of deep experience; and we settled down for an evening's talk. "I think you have come to the right person, John; not only because of my special studies, but because of my special line of growth. If I can tell you what changed me, so quickly and so wholly, you won't be much puzzled about the others, eh?" I fully agreed with him. The boy I knew was clever enough to dismiss all theology, to juggle with philosophy and pick ethics to pieces; but his best friends had been reluctantly compelled to admit that he had "no moral character." He had, to my knowledge, committed a number of unquestionable "sins," and by hearsay I knew of vices and crimes that followed. And he was Dr. Borderson! "I'll take myself as a sample, Whitman fashion," said he. "There I was when you knew me--conceited, ignorant, clever, self-indulgent, weak, sensual, dishonest. After I was turned out of college I broke a good many laws and nearly all the commandments. What was worse, in one way, was that my 'wages' were being paid me in disease--abominable disease. Also I had two drug habits--alchohol and cocaine. Will you take me as a sample?" I looked at him. He had not the perfect health I saw so much of in the younger people; but he seemed in no way an invalid, much less a drug victim. His eyes were clear and bright, his complexion good, his hand steady, his manner assured and calm. "Frank," said I, "you beat anything I've seen yet. You stand absolutely to my mind as an illustration of 'Before Taking' and 'After Taking.' Now in the name of reason tell me what it was you Took!" "I took a new grip on Life--that's the whole answer. But you want to know the steps, and I'll tell you. The new stage of ethical perception we are in now--or, as you would probably say, this new religion--presents itself to me in this way: