[t]here ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue. There’s just stuff people do. It’s all part of the same thing.

He couldn't help but wonder if Moses Levy had experienced this same heat, if true images burned their maker. He wondered, too, if the hermit at that riverside was right, if there wasn't some element of capturing a soul in each photograph, if he wasn't responsible for those whose images he caught.

For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.

What does it matter? Science has achieved some wonderful things, of course, but I'd far rather be happy than right any day.

Written By Douglas Adams

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