Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. He contrasted with Russell, whose intellectual methods were, so to speak, sceptically dogmatic. As you admitted to me—one has to square one’s self with the world. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. . “You are coming in, aren’t you, Sydney?” “If I may,” he answered. ‘And if it was not for that imbecile of a Gérard, who has put his soldiers to watch for me, it would not need that I make it. There was some one there.
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