But--I don't know.

I only know one thing," she adds, her blue eyes looking at me, "and that is that there must be delusion.

The people must have religion, so as to put up with the hardships of life, the sacrifices----" She goes on again at once, more emphatically, "There must be religion for the unhappy, so that they won't give way.

It may be foolishness, but if you take that away from them, what have they left ?" The gentle woman--the normal woman of settled habits--whom I had left here repeats, "There must be illusion." She sticks to this idea, she insists, she is taking the side of the unhappy.

Perhaps she talks like that for her own sake, and perhaps only because she is compassionate for me.
I said in vain, "No--there must never be delusion, never fallacies.
There should be no more lies.