The Ball and the Cross eBook

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Michael felt he knew not how.  The whole peace of the world was pent up painfully in his heart.  The new and childlike world which he had seen so suddenly, men had not seen at all.  Here they were still at their old bewildering, pardonable, useless quarrels, with so much to be said on both sides, and so little that need be said at all.  A fierce inspiration fell on him suddenly; he would strike them where they stood with the love of God.  They should not move till they saw their own sweet and startling existence.  They should not go from that place till they went home embracing like brothers and shouting like men delivered.  From the Cross from which he had fallen fell the shadow of its fantastic mercy; and the first three words he spoke in a voice like a silver trumpet, held men as still as stones.  Perhaps if he had spoken there for an hour in his illumination he might have founded a religion on Ludgate Hill.  But the heavy hand of his guide fell suddenly on his shoulder.

“This poor fellow is dotty,” he said good-humouredly to the crowd.  “I found him wandering in the Cathedral.  Says he came in a flying ship.  Is there a constable to spare to take care of him?”

There was a constable to spare.  Two other constables attended to the tall young man in grey; a fourth concerned himself with the owner of the shop, who showed some tendency to be turbulent.  They took the tall young man away to a magistrate, whither we shall follow him in an ensuing chapter.  And they took the happiest man in the world away to an asylum.


The editorial office of The Atheist had for some years past become less and less prominently interesting as a feature of Ludgate Hill.  The paper was unsuited to the atmosphere.  It showed an interest in the Bible unknown in the district, and a knowledge of that volume to which nobody else on Ludgate Hill could make any conspicuous claim.  It was in vain that the editor of The Atheist filled his front window with fierce and final demands as to what Noah in the Ark did with the neck of the giraffe.  It was in vain that he asked violently, as for the last time, how the statement “God is Spirit” could be reconciled with the statement “The earth is His footstool.”  It was in vain that he cried with an accusing energy that the Bishop of London was paid L12,000 a year for pretending to believe that the whale swallowed Jonah.  It was in vain that he hung in conspicuous places the most thrilling scientific calculations about the width of the throat of a whale.  Was it nothing to them all they that passed by?  Did his sudden and splendid and truly sincere indignation never stir any of the people pouring down Ludgate Hill?  Never.  The little man who edited The Atheist would rush from his shop on starlit evenings and shake his fist at St. Paul’s in the passion of his holy war upon the holy place.  He might have spared his emotion.  The cross at the top of St. Paul’s and The Atheist shop at the foot of it were alike remote from the world.  The shop and the Cross were equally uplifted and alone in the empty heavens.

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