Fantasy fiction; Heaven -- Fiction; Hell -- Fiction; Unfinished books
“Your schools are conducted on a wrong principle, as are so many of
your homes. Your punishments are not strong enough, your prisons are
too full. But if I talk thus I will help to drive the cloud away, which
will almost make of me a traitor.”
“Not it,” cried Philemon, laughing. “You put it there between you, but
it sticks by the law of gravity, which has not yet learned to smile
without becoming irreverent.”
“I suppose then you would teach pure morality and leave out religion,”
I said.
“It would be best,” Philemon declared.
“Ssh! Ssh! Don’t rouse the clergy,” Vestasian exclaimed.
“Why not? I could say the project came from hell.”
“Certainly.”
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_Passage omitted_
* * * * *
“You see,” said Philemon, after a pause, “faith springs from true
morality, but it does not spring up with it. If a man is moral simply
because he is religious he is but a weakling, needing a crutch to lean
against. He should be moral out of respect for his brother man, a pure
feeling to lead a clean life, because it is right, without hope of
reward or glamour of future glorification. And as long as the Church
tries to force the two into the same channel it is but a failure,
whatever it may appear on the outside.”
“Well, of course,” affirmed Vestasian, indulgently. “But what can you
expect on the earth? They muddle things so. For one thing, they are
always trying to confound flesh and the spirit, pretty much as they
confound their religion and morality. But flesh is flesh, and spirit
will be spirit, if they howl and pray over it from now till Domesday.
What could be more amusing than to listen to the man who says grace
at meal-times? He returns thanks to my side of the Godhead for giving
him the fruits of our little serfdom, earth. He knows the world and
all upon it belongs to us; the Bible tells him so if he will read it,
and the Catechism too. But though he reads he’s stubborn and won’t
understand. He returns thanks for his food, whereas we don’t care a jot
whether its well cooked or ill. Now, if he would simply take it with
contentment and enjoyment, and be ready for poorer fare next day if it
came his way, he’d show some sense. And if by saying grace he thinks he
pleases such as Virginius and the rest, how far from the mark is he!
They are as callous about his appetite as we ourselves, and only drop
an unavailing tear when he eats or drinks too much.
“Then again there is the marriage service, and the baptismal service,
and all the rest, except the burial service. Forever trying to put
the spirit first and the flesh second, and gradually to draw a pretty
tight slip o’er them both, with spirit uppermost so that the flesh is
comfortably hidden underneath. All this for respectability, which is
the devil’s sham ermine cloak, as civilisation is his sham gold crown.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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