Part 1, Section 6 Summary

His father is right: he no longer has any use for the "soul." That, of course, is why Skippey has asked him to debate in favor of it at the next meeting of the Disobligers' Society. He looks down at the sheet of paper in front of him: "Estoy in mis tece" reads the letterhead. "Dear Miss Saunders," begins his salutation. He concludes it is too late to write what he has intended. Donning his coat, he heads back to the bicycle shed. None of the university societies ever meet in St Angelicus, because it is too small. Fred is about a half hour late (and reproves himself for the time spent staring at the blank paper on his desk). The first speaker has already seated himself. Skippey whispered that it has not gone well: perhaps because the speaker feared treating...