I believe cats to be spirits come to earth.
It must be, for there is a logic to everything on this earth and nothing is done without a reason, that God sometimes lets scientists discover.
Is the Master out of his mind?' she asked me. I nodded. 'And he's taking you with him?' I nodded again. 'Where?' she asked. I pointed towards the centre of the earth. 'Into the cellar?' exclaimed the old servant. 'No,' I said, 'farther down than that.
It is not new continents the earth needs, but new men.
