His industry in writing would have been in itself most astonishing, even if it had not been accompanied by the more depressing fatigue of revising what others had written.

Diderot's articles fill more than four of the large volumes of his collected works.
The confusion is immense.

The spirit is sometimes historical, sometimes controversial; now critical, now dogmatic.

In one place Diderot speaks in his own proper person, in another as the neutral scribe writing to the dictation of an unseen authority.

There is no rigorous measure and ordered proportion.