Time Enough For Love

CODA-II

"You still don't understand," the Gray Voice droned on. "There is no time, there is no space. What was, is, and ever shall be. You are you, playing chess with yourself, and again you have checkmated yourself. You are the referee. Morals are your agreement with yourself to abide by your own rules. To thine own self be true or you spoil the game."

"Crazy."

"Then vary the rules and play a different game. You cannot exhaust her infinite variety."

"If you would just let me look at your face," Lazarus muttered pettishly.

"Try a mirror."