Sheridan served blindly--but was the impulse blind?
Bibbs asked himself if it was not he who had been in the greater hurry, after all.

The kiln must be fired before the vase is glazed, and the Acropolis was not crowned with marble in a day.
Then the voice came to him again, but there was a strain in it as of some high music struggling to be born of the turmoil.

"Ugly I am," it seemed to say to him, "but never forget that I AM a god!" And the voice grew in sonorousness and in dignity.

"The highest should serve, but so long as you worship me for my own sake I will not serve you.

It is man who makes me ugly, by his worship of me.