"Come and work for Me, all men! By your youth and your hope I summon you! By your age and your despair I summon you to work for Me yet a little, with what strength you have.

By your love of home I summon you! By your love of woman I summon you! By your hope of children I summon you! "You shall be blind slaves of Mine, blind to everything but Me, your Master and Driver! For your reward you shall gaze only upon my ugliness.
You shall give your toil and your lives, you shall go mad for love and worship of my ugliness! You shall perish still worshipping Me, and your children shall perish knowing no other god!" And then, as Bibbs closed the window down tight, he heard his father's voice booming in the next room; he could not distinguish the words but the tone was exultant--and there came the THUMP! THUMP! of the maimed hand.

Bibbs guessed that Sheridan was bragging of the city and of Bigness to some visitor from out-of-town.
And he thought how truly Sheridan was the high priest of Bigness.

But with the old, old thought again, "What for ?" Bibbs caught a glimmer of far, faint light.

He saw that Sheridan had all his life struggled and conquered, and must all his life go on struggling and inevitably conquering, as part of a vast impulse not his own.