"Yep. I've tried to read it,—and it simply can't be understood."
A funny little smile came around the corners of his mouth. "Chester," he said, "don't you think that you are just the least bit inclined to be egotistical in that statement of yours? You say that you can't understand it, and that, therefore, no one else can;—and when thousands and thousands of the most intellectual men and women in the world say that they understand it, and use it, and that it is as practical and clear and demonstrable as mathematics. You say that because it isn't clear to you, they must all be lying."
I felt my face flush.
"Suppose that you had read the book, looking for things you couldn't understand, for twenty years, and had found plenty of them, would that be any sign that other people who had looked for things that they could understand, and utilize, and who said they had found them, must be falsifying? Is your intellect so colossal that what you can't seem to grasp, must necessarily be a mere jumble of words containing no meaning whatever? You might be generous enough to give these other people credit for an ordinary amount of intelli-
