We must have been awakened.

If it was done a little sharply, what matter?
It was done thoroughly, and it had to be done.
VII.
And a new life begins for us--a new time, a life as cold as that of a man who sits on the pinnacle of an iceberg and sees the glittering crystals all about him.

The old looks indeed like a long hot delirium, peopled with phantasies.

The new is cold enough.
Now we have no God.

We have had two: the old God that our fathers handed down to us, that we hated, and never liked: the new one that we made for ourselves, that we loved; but now he has flitted away from us, and we see what he was made of--the shadow of our highest ideal, crowned and throned.