One of us has got to earn a living.
Spirits, it seems, require plenty of steak and potatoes to keep them in
harmony. I could not conscientiously lead you to the altar, even a
spheral altar, if I were not prepared to pay house rent and coal bills.
One's enough, you can be our luxury.'
"'But, Rod, if you are in harmony you can earn our living so much more
easily. You must get above this notion of material necessities. There
are no such things.'
"'I don't believe it,' he interrupted coldly. 'There are material
necessities. You are one of them. The most necessary in the world.
You may be harmonious, but you are material, too. That is why I love
you. I couldn't be crazy about a melodious breath of air ghosting
around the back yard. And I am not strong for disembodied minds,
either. They make me nervous. They sound like skulls and cross-bones,
and whitening skeletons to me. I love you, your arms, your face, all
of you. It may not be proper to talk about it, but I love it. Can you
imagine our minds embracing each other, thrilling at the contact,--oh,
it's tommyrot. A fool--'
"'It may be tommyrot to you, Rod,' said Emily haughtily. 'But the
inspiration of the matchless minds of the mystic men of the Orient--'
"'Inspiration of idiocy.
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