Y.M. Are you determined to go on believing in these insanities? Would you go on believing in them in the face of able arguments backed by collated facts and instances? O.M. I have been a humble, earnest, and sincere Truth-Seeker. Y.M. Very well? O.M. The humble, earnest, and sincere Truth-Seeker is always convertible by such means. Y.M. I am thankful to God to hear you say this, for now I know that your conversion— O.M. Wait. You misunderstand. I said I have _been _a Truth-Seeker. Y.M. Well? O.M. I am not that now. Have your forgotten? I told you that there are none but temporary Truth-Seekers; that a permanent one is a human impossibility; that as soon as the Seeker finds what he is thoroughly convinced is the Truth, he seeks no further, but gives the rest of his days to hunting junk to patch it and caulk it and prop it with, and make it weather-proof and keep it from caving in on him. Hence the Presbyterian remains a Presbyterian, the Mohammedan a Mohammedan, the Spiritualist a Spiritualist, the Democrat a Democrat, the Republican a Republican, the Monarchist a Monarchist; and if a humble, earnest, and sincere Seeker after Truth should find it in the proposition that the moon is made of green cheese nothing could ever budge him from that position; for he is nothing but an automatic machine, and must obey the laws of his construction. Y.M. And so— O.M. Having found the Truth; perceiving that beyond question man has but one moving impulse—the contenting of his own spirit—and is merely a machine and entitled to no personal merit for anything he does, it is not humanly possible for me to seek further. The rest of my days will be spent in patching and painting and puttying and caulking my priceless possession and in looking the other way when an imploring argument or a damaging fact approaches. 1. The Marquess of Worcester had done all of this more than a century earlier. VI Instinct and Thought Young Man. It is odious. Those drunken theories of yours, advanced a while ago—concerning the rat and all that—strip Man bare of all his dignities, grandeurs, sublimities. Old Man. He hasn’t any to strip—they are shams, stolen clothes. He claims credits which belong solely to his Maker. Y.M. But you have no right to put him on a level with a rat. O.M. I don’t—morally. That would not be fair to the rat. The rat is well above him, there. Y.M. Are you joking? O.M. No, I am not. Y.M. Then what do you mean? O.M. That comes under the head of the Moral Sense. It is a large question. Let us finish with what we are about now, before we take it up. Y.M. Very well. You have seemed to concede that you place Man and the rat on a level. What is it? The intellectual? O.M. In form—not a degree. Y.M. Explain. O.M. I think that the rat’s mind and the man’s mind are the same machine, but of unequal capacities—like yours and Edison’s; like the African pygmy’s and Homer’s; like the Bushman’s and Bismarck’s.