I didn’t believe him. Nor did I argue with him.
Later, when I was lying with Mary, I told her of what Poulsen claimed to have done, for his pride in scientific ingenuity had irritated me. ‘To claim that an oscillating wave brought about our Utopia, instead of our own endeavours – why, you might as well claim that God did it…’
She was silent. Then she said, almost in a whisper, ‘I don’t want to sound unreasonable, but perhaps all those things conspired together…’
I kissed her lips: it was a better course than argument.
Further Memoir by Cang Hai