me because I am like your mother, and that your trust in me is a copy of your love for your mother. And then they would say again that your love for your mother is a copy of your love for the brown girls; and so they would come full circle.’ ‘And what should I answer them?’ ‘You would say, perhaps one is a copy of the other. But which is the copy of which?’ ‘I never thought of that.’ ‘You are not yet of an age to have thought much,’ said Reason. ‘But you must see that if two things are alike, then