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something higher than other demands of the body?
Make hunger a god, make fatigue a god, for they
are equally worthy. Let there be an end to these
superstitions. May the truth supplant them!”
“No, this is not truth,” she thought, though
unable to refute it.
“Your words have wounded my soul,” she said,
“but believe them I cannot. The gods of violence
and vengeance you may be able to kill, but no
others.”
The old man took her hand and, placing it on
the pile of manuscript, averred with the fanaticism
of unbelief:
“When you shall have read this you must believe.”
“Then may it never come before my eyes,” she
said; “for were I to believe that, I could not live.”
Bowed with sadness, she left the philosopher.
When she had gone, he sat a long while pondering.
That old manuscript, covered with blasphemous
scribblings, has not as yet been tested before the
world, and thus far Uncle Eberhard’s name has not
reached the heights of fame. His great work lies in
a casket in the lumber-room of Svartsjö church.
It is not to see the light of day until the close of the
century.
But why did he lay it by? Think you he doubted
that he had proved his point? that he feared
persecution? Ah, you little know Uncle Eberhard!
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