I know you are contentment, optimism, what do they call the thing, an ultimate reconciliation.

Well, I am not reconciled.

If you were the man in the dark room, why were you also Sunday, an offense to the sunlight?
If you were from the first our father and our friend, why were you also our greatest enemy?
We wept, we fled in terror; the iron entered into our souls--and you are the peace of God! Oh, I can forgive God His anger, though it destroyed nations; but I cannot forgive Him His peace." Sunday answered not a word, but very slowly he turned his face of stone upon Syme as if asking a question.
"No," said Syme, "I do not feel fierce like that.

I am grateful to you, not only for wine and hospitality here, but for many a fine scamper and free fight.

But I should like to know.