Dean Spanley Page #2

you have to walk.

That's life... and cricket.

Well, then,

time to bring on Swami Prash.

Of what he will tell you

I have no particular opinion,

but I've always held him in high regard

as a cricketer.

Bowled decent left-arm leg breaks

before he went holy.

Haven't seen him play since, but I've no doubt

he's still the sportsman he was. Hm.

I confess, the appearance of Swami Prash

came as something of a surprise,

even a disappointment.

For although I had no clear expectation

of what a holy man would look like,

I had imagined one with such a title

and discussing such a subject

to have been dressed more...

traditionally.

The question of

the transmigration of the soul,

perhaps more familiarly known to you

as reincarnation,

has been the structural underpinning

of Indian philosophical

and religious thought for millennia.

Only recently...

What ensued proved to be

as unilluminating a 50 minutes

as I can remember spending outside

the confines of parliamentary debate.

...esoteric wisdom

come to the attention...

Indeed, the most significant fact

I gleaned from the experience

was that with my eyes closed,

the lecturer could have been a Welshman.

A little, if only a little, closer.

I should be pleased now

to answer any questions you may have.

- Where am I?

- Be quiet.

You are, my dear sir,

in the anteroom of eternity

with the rest of us sojourning souls.

- What?

- Yes, madam?

I was, er... we were, that is,

wondering if...

- Did he say the anteroom of eternity?

- Shh.

- What?

- Shh.

- If they...

- Pets, really. The souls of pets.

That is a most interesting question

and I thank you for asking it.

It is generally supposed

that the animal soul

must be of a different

and, by inference,

inferior nature to the human soul.

The soul is that part of the Godhead,

of All That Is...

What you said before, sir,

about the anteroom of eternity...

Would you be kind enough to allow

the swami to finish his thought, sir?

- Well, well.

- Shh.

- What?

- Shh.

However, although all animals have

their specific awareness of the Godhead,

the dog is, by virtue of his singular

relationship with all mankind, unique.

What about cats?

The dog amplifies...

the cat diminishes...

man's estimation of himself.

Poppycock!

So I shall wish you gentlemen good day.

I can be found here most mornings

and of the occasional evening.

What exactly is a conveyancer?

Well, nothing, exactly.

More a service of facilitation.

Assisting a thing

to be moved between parties.

So you're a middleman.

Well, sometimes in the middle

and sometimes at either end.

- Been a great pleasure, sir.

- You're easily pleased, is all I can say.

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