I looked now upon the world as a thing remote, which I had nothing to do with, no expectations from, and, indeed, no desires about: in a word, I had nothing indeed to do with it, nor was ever likely to have, so I thought it looked, as we may perhaps look upon it hereafter—viz. as a place I had lived in, but was come out of it; and well might I say, as Father Abraham to Dives, “Between me and thee is a great gulf fixed.”
En pocas palabras, no tenía nada en común con él, ni lo tendría nunca, de modo que lo veía como se debía ver después de la muerte; como un lugar donde había vivido pero al que había abandonado. Muy bien podía decir, como Abraham al rico avariento: Entre tú y yo media un profundo abismo.