REASON IS AGAIN ENTHRONED Slowly the days brought new life to the convalescent, despite his occasional attacks of theological astigmatism.

And these attacks grew less frequent and less marked as the poor bones once more involved themselves in firm flesh--to the glad relief of a harried and scandalised old gentleman whose black forebodings had daily moved him to visions of the mad-house for his best-loved descendant.
Yet there were still dreadful times when the young man on the couch blasphemed placidly by the hour, with an insane air of assuming that those about him held the same opinions; as if the Christian religion were a pricked bubble the adherents of which had long since vanished.
If left by himself he could often be heard chuckling and muttering between chuckles: "I will get me honour upon Pharaoh and all his host.

I have hardened his heart and the heart of his host that I might show these my signs before him." Entering the room, the old gentleman might be met with: "I certainly agree with you, sir, in every respect--Christianity was an invertebrate materialism of separation--crude, mechanical separation--less spiritual, less ethical, than almost any of the Oriental faiths.

Affirming the brotherhood of man, yet separating us into a heaven and a hell.
Christians cowering before a being of divided power, half-god and half-devil.

Indeed, I remember no religion so non-moral--none that is so baldly a mere mechanical device for meeting the primitive mind's need to set its own tribe apart from all others--or in the later growth to separate the sheep from the goats, by reason of the opinion formed of certain evidence.