Maugham picks apart the argument for an afterlife and the whole arrangement religion presents with it. What’s strange about how he talks about it, at least almost eighty years later, is his use of the term “philosophers.” They’re the ones who’ve come up with all these goofy ideas, which means maybe Maugham’s been talking about philosophers who were talking about Christianity? I mean, yawn, but he breaks it all apart beautifully. Then he makes fun of the idea of going to Heaven, which is awesome. These passages are each around three sentences long and some fantastic, quippy writing from Maugham. It’s also kind of sad, because thinking in the world hasn’t improved much since then.