"Pray to him—pray in an humble and trusting spirit" said he.
"Pray, pray," echoed he again; "I can't pray—I could as easily move a mountain by an effort of my will. I have not belief enough to pray; there is something within me that will not pray. You prescribe impossibilities—literal impossibilities."
"You will not find it so, if you will but try," said Doctor .
"Try! I have tried, and the attempt only fills me with confusion; and, sometimes, terror; I have tried in vain, and more than in vain. The awful, unutterable idea of eternity and infinity oppresses and maddens my brain whenever my mind approaches the contemplation of the Creator; I recoil from the effort scared. I tell you, Doctor , if I am to be saved, it must be by other means. The idea of an eternal Creator is to me intolerable—my mind cannot support it."
