"I believed everything that I wrote--and more.

It was my theory of life." He sprang from his chair and began walking back and forth in his quick, excited way.

The flush had gone from his face now and was replaced by a strange paleness.

His lips were tense, the fingers of his hands tightly clenched, his voice was quick, sharp, incisive when he spoke.
"It was my theory of life," he repeated almost fiercely, "and that is the beginning of why I am up here.

My theory was that there existed no such thing as 'the divine spark of love' between men and women not related by blood, no reaching out of one soul for another--no faith, no purity, no union between man and woman but that could be broken by low passions.