Look here!'-- he held out his arm and moved it up and down from the elbow--'there are nerves and muscles; behind them is something we call life--we don't know what it is.

And behind your thoughts and feeling there is the same life--we don't know what it is.

The part of you that you say goes to Heaven must be that life.

If you ask me what I think, I think the greater part of what you call mind is part of your body.

If your body can live a spirit life, so can it; but it would need as much changing first.' It was most extraordinary to him to see the avidity with which she drank in his words, and also the intelligence with which she seemed to master them, for she cried-- 'What's i' the soael then?
When ye _will_ to do a thing agen all costs, is that i' the soael ?' 'Certainly the spirit must be the self, and the will, as far as we know, is that self--more that self than anything else is.' He spoke in the pleased tone of a schoolmaster who finds that the mind beneath his touch is being moulded into the right shape; and besides he supposed he could question her next.
'I _knowed_ that,' she said, with an intensity of conviction that confounded her listener, 'I _knowed_ the soael was will.' 'It must be intelligence, and will, and probably memory,' he said, beguiled into the idea that she was interested in the nicety of his theory, 'but not in any sense that activity of mind which shows itself in the opinions most men conceive so important.' But of this she took no heed.