wrong? The Universe, knowable and unknowable, will it be affected a whit by it? If the German Professor’s Chair of Logic and Philosophy were set up in the Hermitage, would anything be gained or lost? Let the I deny the stars, and they will nevertheless roll in silence above it. Let the not-I crush this I, this “thinking reed,” and the higher universal I, rising above the stars and flooding the sidereal heavens with light, will warm, remold, and regenerate the world.
“I can conceive of a power,” writes Khalid in that vexing Manuscript, “which can create a beautiful parti-colored sunflower of the shattered fragments of Idealism, Materialism, and my Hermit’s theology. Why not, if in the New World—” And here, of a sudden, to surprise and bewilder us, he drags in Mrs. Eddy and the Prophet Dowie yoked under the yoke of Whitman. He marks the Key to Scripture with blades from Leaves of Grass , and such fuel as he gathers from both, he lights with an ember borrowed from the chariot to Elijah.
And thus, for ten whole pages, beating