That reason, in few words, was this: 'The man who blew should have been in the sea, not on the ship.'" The droning ceased.

Hilary saw that Mr.Stone was staring fixedly at his sheet of paper, as though the merits of this last sentence were surprising him.

The droning instantly began again: "'In social effort, as in the physical processes of Nature, there had ever been a single fertilising agent--the mysterious and wonderful attraction known as Love.

To this--that merging of one being in another--had been due all the progressive variance of form, known by man under the name of Life.
It was this merger, this mysterious, unconscious Love, which was lacking to the windy efforts of those who tried to sail that fleet.

They were full of reason, conscience, horror, full of impatience, contempt, revolt; but they did not love the masses of their fellow-men.