Part 35 (1/2)
”Your presumption astounds me.”
”I will leave it to yourself.”
He took a hand-gla.s.s from the table and held it behind my head.
”Now, do you see the reflection?”
”No; the gla.s.s is behind me.”
”Ah, yes; and so is the back of your head.”
”Look,” I said, pointing to the great mirror on the bureau; ”look, there is the reflection of the back of my head.”
”No; it is the reflection of the reflection in my hand-gla.s.s.”
”You have tricked me; you quibble!”
”Well,” he said, ignoring my remark; ”what do you believe?”
”I believe what others have seen, and what I can do.”
”Excluding myself as to what others have seen,” he said facetiously.
”Perhaps,” I answered, relenting somewhat.
”Has any man of your acquaintance seen the middle of Africa?”
”No.”
”The center of the earth?”
”No.”
”The opposite side of the moon?”
”No.”
”The soul of man?”
”No.”
”Heat, light, electricity?”
”No.”
”Then you do not believe that Africa has a midland, the earth a center, the moon an opposite side, man a soul, force an existence?”