But then what experience have I of buildings, and, as Anscombe reminded me afterwards, it was but a copy of something designed when the world was young, or rather when civilization was young, and man new risen from the infinite ages of savagery, saw beauty in his dreams and tried to symbolize it in shapes of stone.
We came to the broad stoep, to which several rough blocks of marble served as steps.

On it in a long chair made of native wood and seated with hide rimpis, sat or rather lolled a man in a dressing-gown who was reading a book.

He raised himself as we came and the light of the sun, for the verandah faced to the east, shone full upon his face, so that I saw him well.

It was that of a man of something under forty years of age, dark, powerful, and weary--not a good face, I thought.

Indeed, it gave me the impression of one who had allowed the evil which exists in the nature of all of us to become his master, or had even encouraged it to do so.
In the Psalms and elsewhere we are always reading of the righteous and the unrighteous until those terms grow wearisome.
It is only of late years that I have discovered, or think that I have discovered, what they mean.