Sax Rohmer

“ Sir Provost Hope regarded him fixedly.
"The end," he replied, "will be Peace. 'The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small.' Scientifically, I am glad, Carey, to have lived in a generation which has witnessed a revolt, successful, to a point, against the higher laws. It opens up untold possibilities. The boundaries which we had marked to define what is ultimate in the human will have been moved. Vast, uncharted territories invite the adventurous. My studies have gone far—farther than you realize; but to-night I know that they were the studies of a child." ”

“ Torrington began, "because I called you?"
"My dear fellow!"—Sir Provost raised his hand—"I should have been most annoyed if you had not called me; professionally and personally. This thing strikes home, Torrington, as you know—although you don't know all. Indeed, it is unlikely that any one of us will ever know the whole truth." ”

“ Sir Provost, helping himself sparingly to whisky and soda, nodded slowly.
"Don't look for too much," he warned. "One big thing has come of it already. By your treatment of the case of Mrs. Lewisham you have justified your choice of a profession. You were faced, Torrington, with a problem to have baffled a man of three times your experience. It was life or death. Any of the usual restoratives must have meant the latter. Nine men out of ten would have killed their patient. Yours is alive and, physically, almost normal." ”