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And
Monsignor
,
upon
whom
a
cardinal
rested
,
had
moments
of
strange
and
horrible
insecurity
--
inexplicable
in
a
religion
that
explained
even
disbelief
in
terms
of
its
own
faith
:
if
you
doubted
the
devil
it
was
the
devil
that
made
you
doubt
him
.
Amory
had
seen
Monsignor
go
to
the
houses
of
stolid
philistines
,
read
popular
novels
furiously
,
saturate
himself
in
routine
,
to
escape
from
that
horror
.
And
this
priest
,
a
little
wiser
,
somewhat
purer
,
had
been
,
Amory
knew
,
not
essentially
older
than
he
.
Amory
was
alone
--
he
had
escaped
from
a
small
enclosure
into
a
great
labyrinth
.
He
was
where
Goethe
was
when
he
began
"
Faust
"
;
he
was
where
Conrad
was
when
he
wrote
"
Almayer
's
Folly
.
"
Amory
said
to
himself
that
there
were
essentially
two
sorts
of
people
who
through
natural
clarity
or
disillusion
left
the
enclosure
and
sought
the
labyrinth
.
There
were
men
like
Wells
and
Plato
,
who
had
,
half
unconsciously
,
a
strange
,
hidden
orthodoxy
,
who
would
accept
for
themselves
only
what
could
be
accepted
for
all
men
--
incurable
romanticists
who
never
,
for
all
their
efforts
,
could
enter
the
labyrinth
as
stark
souls
;
there
were
on
the
other
hand
sword-like
pioneering
personalities
,
Samuel
Butler
,
Renan
,
Voltaire
,
who
progressed
much
slower
,
yet
eventually
much
further
,
not
in
the
direct
pessimistic
line
of
speculative
philosophy
but
concerned
in
the
eternal
attempt
to
attach
a
positive
value
to
life
...
Amory
stopped
.
He
began
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
to
have
a
strong
distrust
of
all
generalities
and
epigrams
.
They
were
too
easy
,
too
dangerous
to
the
public
mind
.
Yet
all
thought
usually
reached
the
public
after
thirty
years
in
some
such
form
:
Benson
and
Chesterton
had
popularized
Huysmans
and
Newman
;
Shaw
had
sugar-coated
Nietzsche
and
Ibsen
and
Schopenhauer
.
The
man
in
the
street
heard
the
conclusions
of
dead
genius
through
some
one
else
's
clever
paradoxes
and
didactic
epigrams
.
Life
was
a
damned
muddle
...
a
football
game
with
every
one
off-side
and
the
referee
gotten
rid
of
--
every
one
claiming
the
referee
would
have
been
on
his
side
...
Progress
was
a
labyrinth
...
people
plunging
blindly
in
and
then
rushing
wildly
back
,
shouting
that
they
had
found
it
...
the
invisible
king
--
the
elan
vital
--
the
principle
of
evolution
...
writing
a
book
,
starting
a
war
,
founding
a
school
...
Amory
,
even
had
he
not
been
a
selfish
man
,
would
have
started
all
inquiries
with
himself
.
He
was
his
own
best
example
--
sitting
in
the
rain
,
a
human
creature
of
sex
and
pride
,
foiled
by
chance
and
his
own
temperament
of
the
balm
of
love
and
children
,
preserved
to
help
in
building
up
the
living
consciousness
of
the
race
.
