““It seems that’s it for me and what’s a soul to do then? What’s a soul to do?” “Simply go on loving her.” “So I seem to be doing but what’s the sense of it? Where does it lead?” The frail hand tightened on his and then was gone. Haj Harun knelt in front of him and held him by the shoulders, his face serious. “You’re still young, Prester John. Don’t you see it leads nowhere? It’s an end in itself.””
