neutral,
which is why I alone escaped destruction."

"Just what were you?" asked Gud, a little puzzled.

"I was a parlor sociologist," said the soul, straightening up proudly.

"I am sorry that you weren't either a master or a worker," said Gud,
"for your wailing annoys me and it annoyed my dog. I think I had better
destroy you now."

At this the soul cringed cowardly, and Gud was annoyed and turned to go,
whereupon the soul started wailing more dismally than ever.

Gud turned back again and said: "Whatever it was you wanted, I see I
will have to make it for you, because I cannot stand that wailing--it
sounds like a hell that a friend of mine was experimenting with, and I
do not like it."

"I wail," said the soul, "because I remember the injustice and
inequality, and because the workers are all destroyed and revolution can
never be."

"Nonsense! Nothing can never be. Let us make this thing and be done with
it. What was it you said you wanted?"

"The world of equality."

"But just a moment ago you said it was a revolution."

"True. But that was but a means to the end."

"Shall I make the means or the end?"

"Alas, neither can ever be, for the workers are destroyed."

"You said that before. You talk in circles like a philosopher, and I
don't like philosophers; they are all talk; I believe in action. I don't
know what you want, but I heard you say something about a world. I
understand that and can make it--I have made myriads of them just to
pass the time away. Wait a second."

When he had spoken thus, Gud took out his pocket handkerchief and held
it up by two corners. "Now, you see," said Gud, as he exhibited first
one side and then the other; "the handkerchief is perfectly empty."

The soul looked at the handkerchief and saw that Gud spoke the truth.

"Now watch!" said Gud, determined to do this thing as impressionably as
possible. Then, as the soul watched, Gud caught up the other corners of
the handkerchief; then he rolled it into a ball and tossed it up and
caught it and made magic passes and said: "Doramialfalfalasido" and did
several other perfectly useless and unnecessary things, as all magicians
and miracle workers do. Then he caught the handkerchief by the center
and shook it out vociferously, and there was a nice virgin world
spinning round and round, with its axis wabbling a bit so as to give it
a change of climate.

The soul was duly impressed when it saw a real sky-covered dirt-bottomed