“The absence of emotion repelled me. But in this contact (whether real or apparent) it didn’t do anything of that sort. One didn’t need emotion. The intimacy was complete- sharply bracing and restorative too- without it. Can that intimacy be love itself- always in this life attended with emotion, not because it is itself an emotion, or needs an attendant emotion, but because our animal souls, our nervous systems, our imaginations, have to respond to it in that way? If so, how many preconceptions I must scrap! A society, a communion, of pure intelligences would not be cold, drab, and comfortless. On the other hand it wouldn’t be very like what people usually mean when they use such words as spiritual, or mystical or holy. It would, if I have had a glimpse, be- well, I am almost scared at the adjectives I’d have to use. Brisk? cheerful? keen? alert? intense? wide-awake? Above all solid. Utterly reliable. Firm. There is nonsense about the dead. When I say ‘intellect’ I include will. Attention is an act of will. Intelligence in action is will par excellence. What seemed to meet me was full of resolution.”