"I'm rather inclined to agree with you," laughed Madame Claire. "Some day I'd like to hear something about your book. It sounds tremendously interesting. But what I'd like to know now is this. Are all your eggs in one basket? I mean, does this book occupy your whole time, or do you work on it when other occupations permit?"
"I'm afraid that . . . well, that not only are all my eggs in one basket, but that there's only one egg. You see," he explained, "I chucked the army in order to give all my time to it. It meant as much to me as that. To my mind, no one's ever written scientifically enough about religions."
"That may be, but I feel you need diversions. When people become so obsessed by one idea that they walk under omnibuses and into motor cars, it's time for an antidote."
"That's just what I did," he admitted.
"Very well then, I suggest diversions."
"But what sort? I play golf now and then, but it doesn't take my mind off the book. Why, I remember perfectly solving a problem once—it had something to do, I think, with levitation—while I was trying to get my ball out of a bunker."
Madame Claire laughed heartily.
