On one occasion the parson took upon him to remonstrate with
what seemed to him the audacity of his parishioner:
"Don't you think you are just going a little too far there, Mr. MacLear?"
he said.
"Ye mean ower far intil the dark, Mr. Blatherwick?"
"Yes, that is what I mean. You speculate too boldly."
"But dinna ye think, sir, that that direction it's plain the dark grows a
wee thinner, though I grant ye there's nothing yet to ca' licht? Licht we
may aye ken by its ain fair shinin, and by noucht else!"
"But the human soul is just as apt to deceive itself as the human eye! It
is always ready to take a flash inside itself for something objective!"
said Blatherwick.
"Nae doobt! nae doobt! but whan the true licht comes, ye aye ken the
differ! A man _may_ tak the dark for licht, but he canna take the licht for
darkness!"
"And there must always be something for the light to shine upon, else the
man sees nothing!" said the parson.
"There's thoucht, and possible insicht intil the man!" said the soutar to
himself.
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