The massive vengeance of the Church hung over them, like a heavy sword suspended in the cloudy air. Superstition and stu pidity hedged them in on every side, so that sorcery and magic seemed the only means of winning power over nature or insight into mysteries surrounding human life. The path from darkness to light was lost ; thought was involved in allegory ; the study of nature had been perverted into an inept system of grotesque and pious parable-mongering; the pursuit of truth had become a game of wordy dialectics The other world, with its imagined heaven and hell, haunted the conscience like a nightmare. However sweet
this world seemed, however fair the flesh, both world and flesh were theoretically given over to the devil. It was not worth while to master and economize the resources of this earth, to utilize the good and ameliorate the evils of this life, while every one agreed, in theory at any rate, that the present was but a bad prelude to an infinitely worse or infinitely better future. To escape from these preoccupations and prejudices except upon the path of con scious and deliberate sin was impossible for all but minds of rarest quality and courage ; and these were too often reduced to the recantation of their supposed errors no less by some secret clinging sense of guilt than by the Church's iron hand. Man and the actual universe kept on reasserting their rights and claims, announcing their goodliness and delightfulness, in one way or another ; but they were always being thrust back again into Cim merian regions of abstractions, fictions, visions, spectral hopes and fears, in the midst of which the intellect somnambulistically moved upon an unknown way.