I must confess, though, that these progressives of yours are too deep for me.

I can follow them, and yet I can't.

At a certain point they seem to elude me, and yet the calculations are rigidly right.

It's almost enough to make one think you had done what Cayley once told us in this room some one might do some day." "My Lord," replied Franklin Marmion, almost inaudibly, "I began my address by remarking, as you will remember, that perhaps, after all, the word 'impossible' might not be scientific." Their eyes met, and the President, than whose there was no greater name in the higher realm of learning, saw something in Marmion's which sent a little chill through him, and that something told him that he was in the presence of a superior being.
"Dear me!" he murmured, looking down at his papers again, "the age of miracles is not past, after all--in fact, it is only just beginning." "It is re-beginning, my Lord--for us," came the reply, in a voice which seemed to come from very far away.
The President did not reply.

As a matter of fact, he had no reply ready, and he had something else to do.