Now, that assertion of yours that we are all equally selfish is novel and rather interesting--I've tried to think of some one's doing some act to make himself unhappy and I find I can't.
And your suggestion of Judas Iscariot and Mr.Spencer as the sole inmates of hell is not without a certain piquancy.

But, my dear boy, you need a stage-manager.

Let your hair grow, wear a red robe, do healing--" He laughed protestingly.

"Oh, I'm not a prophet, Aunt Bell--I've learned that." "But you could be, with proper managing.

There's that perfectly stunning beginning with that wild healing-chap in the far West.