YOU MEAN THAT WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WHEN YOU DIE IS WHAT YOU BELIEVE WILL HAPPEN? “It would be nice if that was the case, wouldn’t it?” she said brightly. BUT, YOU SEE, I KNOW WHAT I BELIEVE. I BELIEVE . . . NOTHING. “We are gloomy this morning, aren’t we?” said Miss Flitworth. “Best thing you could do right now is finish off that porridge. It’s good for you. They say it builds healthy bones.” Bill Door looked down at the bowl. CAN I HAVE SOME MORE?
