"All mankind is of one author," he said slowly, " and is one volume. When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated. Then there are bits I havena got by heart, but I liked this one: The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth"--and his hand squeezed mine gently--"and though it intermit again, yet from that minute that that occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God." "Hmm." I thought about that for a bit."