“You ask me to believe that you have been living here with that woman under these conditions in a state of sexless innocence?” “Oh, sexless!” said Ransom disgustedly. “All right, if you like. It’s about as good a description of living in Perelandra as it would be to say that a man had forgotten water because Niagara Falls didn’t immediately give him the idea of making it into cups of tea. But you’re right enough if you mean that I have had no more thought of desiring her than—than. . . .” Comparisons failed him and his voice died. Then he began again: “But don’t say I’m asking you to believe
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