CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. People were not slaves to their gods as they are now, oppressed and unhappy, chained to their mortality and suffering so that they may one day enter an imaginary Heaven. Then she sang. ‘Parbleu,’ said Gerald. ‘They weren’t no soldiers. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less.
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