"You put it very harshly," he said. "The question is, whether the world
has a right——"
She made a sharp movement with her head.
"It is true then. And you signed it?"
"My dear, I beg you not to make a scene. I am tired out. And I will not answer that until you have heard what I have to say."
"Say it, then."
"Sit down, then."
She shook her head.
"Very well, then.... Well, this is the point. The world is one now, not many. Individualism is dead. It died when Felsenburgh became President of the World. You surely see that absolutely new conditions prevail now—there has never been anything like it before. You know all this as well as I do."
Again came that jerk of impatience.
"You will please to hear me out," he said wearily. "Well, now that this has happened, there is a new morality; it is exactly like a child coming to the age of reason. We are obliged, therefore, to see that this continues—that there is no going back—no mortification—that all the limbs are in good health. 'If thy hand offend thee, cut it off,' said Jesus Christ. Well, that is what we say.... Now, for any one to say that they believe in God—I doubt very much whether there is any one who really does believe, or understand what it means—but for any one even to say so is the very worst crime conceivable: it is high treason. But there is going to be no violence; it will all be quite quiet and merciful. Why, you have always approved of Euthanasia, as we all do.
Well, it is that that will be used; and——"
