Harold
Monro .
Oh, if there
be
no
God , by
whom
and
why
Was
Consciousness
erected
from
the
sod
?
Though
I
hate
life , I
swear
I will not
die
Until
I
have
discovered
— Who
is God ?
Joscelyn .
By God, I cannot
tell
you .
If your tale
Be true, '
tis
strange
and
terrible
indeed
.
My
only
business
is
to
sell my
ale
John
.
Have
you
no
Church
and
no
religious
Creed
?
Joscelyn
.
Church
!
On
the sabbath
,
surely
.
In
the week
I
earn
my
bread
.
God
knows
,
I
cannot
spare
An
hour
-
John
(
looking
up
the road
).
Ah,
who
is
this
?
I'll
make
him
speak
!
Joscelyn
.
'
Tis Farmer
Henry
coming from
the fair
.
See
,
man
!
To
help
you
,
this
is
what
I'll
do
You
'
re
lame
and
dreary
,
but
I
like
you
well
;
So
you
shall make my
clients
'
answer
you
;
'
Tis fair
-
day
:
surely
one
of
them
will tell
,
For
ale
puts
thundering
wisdom
in
a
man
.
There
'll
be
a
score
at
least
—
and
if
they
fail
,
By
Jesus
,
more
and more
I
like the
plan
:
In
seeking God
they
'll
drink
a
butt
of
ale
.
(
Henry enters
.
Good morning
,
Henry
.
Here
's
a
man has
trod
Some
fifty years
upon
a
fruitless
quest
Of God
.
He cannot
find
Him
.
Henry
.
Not
find God
!
Damn
it
!
Draw
me
a
gallon
of
your
best
!
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