Mrs Lucy Muir:      "I thought you would know everything about everything in your state," said Lucy. "Tell me about it, what is the next world really like?"

Captain Gregg:        There was a long silence. "No," said Captain Gregg at last, "it's too difficult. It's as if I were asked to explain navigation to a child sailing a celluloid duck in its bath. The words I should have to use would have no meaning for you--there aren't earthly words to fit this other dimension, just as there weren't earthly words to fit telegraphy and electricity till the scientists worked their way up to these things. Besides, even if you could understand, I doubt it would be fair to tell you--I mean it would be like handing you a crib in a difficult grading exam in languages. You might pass out of the first grade all right, but unless you sweated the words out for yourself and made them your own, you'd soon fail in the higher grade. No, me dear, fair's fair, and you'll have to work out life for yourself, and death."