hell of a clamor I made in eulogy of the domestic virtues. Well,
only idiots retain the same opinions longer than twentyfour hours.
Fixity is imbecility; the inconstant alone progress; dissatisfaction
is only a synonym for intelligence; contentment translated means
stagnation. . . . . I have changed my opinion concerning the virtues
of domesticity."

Guilder said, in his even, moderate voice:

"Your logic is weird, Drene: in one breath you say you have changed
your opinion; in another that you are content; in another that
contentment is the fixedness of imbecility--"

Drene, reddening slightly, half rose on one elbow from his couch:

"What I meant was that I change in my convictions from day to day,
without reproaching myself with inconstancy. What I believed with
all my heart to be sacred yesterday I find a barrier to-day; and
push it aside and go on."

"Toward what?"

"I go on, that's all I know--toward sanctuary."

"You mean professionally."

"In every way--ethically--spiritually. The gods of yesterday, too,
were very real--yesterday."

"Drene, a man may change and progress on his way toward what never