第32部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

　as　if　the　water　had　turned　into

wine。　For　truth　of　fact；　it　had　not。　But　for　his　soul；　it

had。

〃Whether　it　turned　into　wine　or　whether　it　didn't；〃　he　said；

〃it　doesn't　bother　me。　I　take　it　for　what　it　is。〃

〃And　what　is　it？〃　she　asked；　quickly；　hopefully。

〃It's　the　Bible；〃　he　said。

That　answer　enraged　her；　and　she　despised　him。　She　did　not

actively　question　the　Bible　herself。　But　he　drove　her　to

contempt。

And　yet　he　did　not　care　about　the　Bible；　the　written　letter。

Although　he　could　not　satisfy　her；　yet　she　knew　of　herself　that

he　had　something　real。　He　was　not　a　dogmatist。　He　did　not

believe　in　fact　that　the　water　turned　into　wine。　He　did

not　want　to　make　a　fact　out　of　it。　Indeed；　his　attitude　was

without　criticism。　It　was　purely　individual。　He　took　that　which

was　of　value　to　him　from　the　Written　Word；　he　added　to　his

spirit。　His　mind　he　let　sleep。

And　she　was　bitter　against　him；　that　he　let　his　mind　sleep。

That　which　was　human；　belonged　to　mankind；　he　would　not　exert。

He　cared　only　for　himself。　He　was　no　Christian。　Above　all；

Christ　had　asserted　the　brotherhood　of　man。

She；　almost　against　herself；　clung　to　the　worship　of　the

human　knowledge。　Man　must　die　in　the　body；　but　in　his　knowledge

he　was　immortal。　Such；　somewhere；　was　her　belief；　quite　obscure

and　unformulated。　She　believed　in　the　omnipotence　of　the　human

mind。

He；　on　the　other　hand；　blind　as　a　subterranean　thing；　just

ignored　the　human　mind　and　ran　after　his　own　dark…souled

desires；　following　his　own　tunnelling　nose。　She　felt　often　she

must　suffocate。　And　she　fought　him　off。

Then　he；　knowing　he　wa