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THE MEMOIRS OF A CAT was following the path chalked out by the fraudulent priest.
In reality, nothing like that ever happens. Life goes on in its own way, determined, not by the movements of hcavenly bodies, which are totally indifferent to the fate of the tiny specks of protoplasın crawling on the surface of a grain of cosmic dust; life goes on, determined by the events of life itself, determined by the events on this mortal earth.
But faith moves mountains; it performs miracles. Having paid the pandit, the believer in the mysteries of astrology does not wish to feel that he has been deceived. He secks consolation in faith. He simply believes that his whole life has been taken in protection by the gods; that the pandit has honestly and meritoriously carned his fees by sccuring this precious protection; that the mystic signs and symbols on the musty scroll are the surest guarantee. To be doubly secure in his faith, he has only to call in the pandit occasionally, and pay him the necessary additional fee to have the horoscope interpreted. The veracity of the interpretation is always vouched by faith. Wha ever would part with the comfortable feeling that all the gods in heaven are dutifully looking after his or her life? And since all the events of life are divinely ordained, their sequence cannot but be known to the doctors of divinity.
There are other, earthly, reasons why my
