prelude my trance by turning over the pages of any Dictionary of Quotations or Shakespeare Calendar that comes to hand. That sets the key, so to speak; that ensures that the Universe shall come flowing in, not in a continuous rush, but in aphorismic drops. You see the idea?"
Denis nodded. Mr. Barbecue-Smith put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a notebook. "I did a few in the train to-day," he said, turning over the pages. "Just dropped off into a trance in the corner of my carriage. I find the train very conducive to good work. Here they are." He cleared his throat and read:
"The Mountain Road may he steep, but the air is pure up there, and it is from the Summit that one gets the view."
"The Things that Really Matter happen in the Heart."
It was curious, Denis reflected, the way the Infinite sometimes repeated itself.
"Seeing is Believing, Yes, but Believing is also Seeing. If I believe in God, I see God, even in the things that seem to be evil."
Mr. Barbecue-Smith looked up from his notebook. "That last one," he said,
