I confess to you, my boy, I have not the strength to be right." "My dear doctor," said the young man in a tone of reproach, meeting his older colleague's sincerity with equal sincerity, "you have publicly declared your disapproval of the men who publicly fought the idea of patriotism.

The influence of your name has been used against them." The old man straightened himself, and his face coloured.
"I will not stand for our country's being endangered." I did not recognise him any more.

He dropped from his great thoughts and was no longer himself.

I was discouraged.
"But," the other put in, "what you just said--" "That is not the same thing.

The people you speak of have defied us.
They have declared themselves enemies and so have justified all outrages in advance." "Those who commit outrages against them commit the crime of ignorance," said the young man in a tremulous voice, sustained by a kind of vision.
"They fail to see the superior logic of things that are in the process of creation." He bent over to his companion, and, in a firmer tone, asked, "How can the thing that is beginning help being revolutionary?
Those who are the first to cry out are alone, and therefore ignored or despised.