7, sect.
7.) Grant, then, that such beings found at last the secret to arrest death; to fascinate danger and the foe; to walk the revolutions of the earth unharmed,--think you that this life could teach them other desire than to yearn the more for the Immortal, and to fit their intellect the better for the higher being to which they might, when Time and Death exist no longer, be transferred?
Away with your gloomy fantasies of sorcerer and demon!--the soul can aspire only to the light; and even the error of our lofty knowledge was but the forgetfulness of the weakness, the passions, and the bonds which the death we so vainly conquered only can purge away!" This address was so different from what Glyndon had anticipated, that he remained for some moments speechless, and at length faltered out,-- "But why, then, to me--" "Why," added Zanoni,--"why to thee have been only the penance and the terror,--the Threshold and the Phantom?
Vain man! look to the commonest elements of the common learning.

Can every tyro at his mere wish and will become the master; can the student, when he has bought his Euclid, become a Newton; can the youth whom the Muses haunt, say, 'I will equal Homer;' yea, can yon pale tyrant, with all the parchment laws of a hundred system-shapers, and the pikes of his dauntless multitude, carve, at his will, a constitution not more vicious than the one which the madness of a mob could overthrow?
When, in that far time to which I have referred, the student aspired to the heights to which thou wouldst have sprung at a single bound, he was trained from his very cradle to the career he was to run.

The internal and the outward nature were made clear to his eyes, year after year, as they opened on the day.

He was not admitted to the practical initiation till not one earthly wish chained that sublimest faculty which you call the IMAGINATION, one carnal desire clouded the penetrative essence that you call the INTELLECT.

And even then, and at the best, how few attained to the last mystery! Happier inasmuch as they attained the earlier to the holy glories for which Death is the heavenliest gate." Zanoni paused, and a shade of thought and sorrow darkened his celestial beauty.
"And are there, indeed, others, besides thee and Mejnour, who lay claim to thine attributes, and have attained to thy secrets ?" "Others there have been before us, but we two now are alone on earth." "Imposter, thou betrayest thyself! If they could conquer Death, why live they not yet ?" (Glyndon appears to forget that Mejnour had before answered the very question which his doubts here a second time suggest.) "Child of a day!" answered Zanoni, mournfully, "have I not told thee the error of our knowledge was the forgetfulness of the desires and passions which the spirit never can wholly and permanently conquer while this matter cloaks it?
Canst thou think that it is no sorrow, either to reject all human ties, all friendship, and all love, or to see, day after day, friendship and love wither from our life, as blossoms from the stem?
Canst thou wonder how, with the power to live while the world shall last, ere even our ordinary date be finished we yet may prefer to die?
Wonder rather that there are two who have clung so faithfully to earth! Me, I confess, that earth can enamour yet.