By his method, consciousness persisted last of all, and, when the body was quite gone, passed into stages so sublimated that it left the body, left the prison of San Quentin, and journeyed afar, and was still consciousness.
It was worth a trial, anyway, I concluded.

And, despite the sceptical attitude of the scientist that was mine, I believed.

I had no doubt I could do what Morrell said he had done three times.

Perhaps this faith that so easily possessed me was due to my extreme debility.

Perhaps I was not strong enough to be sceptical.