‘And yet … and yet …,’ said I to my Teacher, when all the shapes and the singing had passed some distance away into the forest, ‘even now I am not quite sure. Is it really tolerable that she should be untouched by his misery, even his self-made misery?’ ‘Would ye rather he still had the power of tormenting her? He did it many a day and many a year in their earthly life.’ ‘Well, no. I suppose I don’t want that.’ ‘What then?’ ‘I hardly know, Sir. What some people say on Earth is that the final loss