little more education and then we'll do without you. We're pressing for
all we can get, and when we've got that we'll take breath and press
for more. We're the Morlocks. Coming up. It isn't our fault that we've
differentiated."

"But you haven't understood the drift of Christianity," said the bishop.
"It's just to assert that men are One community and not two."

"There's not much of that in the Creeds," said a second labour leader
who was a rationalist. "There's not much of that in the services of the
church."

The vicar spoke before his bishop, and indeed he had plenty of time
to speak before his bishop. "Because you will not set yourselves to
understand the symbolism of her ritual," he said.

"If the church chooses to speak in riddles," said the rationalist.

"Symbols," said Morrice Deans, "need not be riddles," and for a time the
talk eddied about this minor issue and the chief labour spokesman and
the bishop looked at one another. The vicar instanced and explained
certain apparently insignificant observances, his antagonist was
contemptuously polite to these explanations. "That's all very pratty,"
he said....

The bishop wished that fine points of ceremonial might have been left
out of the discussion.

Something much bigger than that was laying hold of his intelligence, the
realization of a world extravagantly out of hand. The sky, the wind,