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"No, most reverend sir. I, nobody, everybody!"
Aside, Ursus thought, "I don't know what I am saying."
But his outward confusion, though extreme, was not distinctly visible.
Ursus struggled with it.
"All this," Minos began again, "implies a certain belief in the devil."
Ursus held his own.
"
Very reverend sir, I am not an unbeliever with regard to the devil.
Belief in the devil is the reverse side of faith in God. The one proves
the other. He who does not believe a little in the devil, does not
believe much in God. He who believes in the sun must believe in the
shadow. The devil is the night of God. What is night? The proof of day."
Ursus here extemporized a fathomless combination of philosophy and
religion. Minos remained pensive, and relapsed into silence.
Ursus breathed afresh.
A sharp onslaught now took place. Æacus, the medical delegate, who had
disdainfully protected Ursus against the theologian, now turned suddenly
from auxiliary into assailant. He placed his closed fist on his bundle
of papers, which was large and heavy. Ursus received this apostrophe
full in the breast,--
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