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g all day of extreme dulness and stupidity； he felt his ministrations unreal； his ceremonies absurd and undignified。 In the night he became bleakly and painfully awake。 His mind occupied itself at first chiefly with the tortuousness and weakness of his own character。 Every day he perceived that the difficulty of telling Lady Ella of the change in his faith became more mountainous。 And every day he procrastinated。 If he had told her naturally and simply on the evening of his return from London before anything material intervenedeverything would have been different； everything would have been simpler。。。。
He groaned and rolled over in his bed。
There came upon him the acutest remorse and misery。 For he saw that amidst these petty immediacies he had lost touch with God。 The last month became incredible。 He had seen God。 He had touched God's hand。 God had been given to him； and he had neglected the gift。 He was still lost amidst the darkness and loneliness； the chaotic ends and mean shifts； of an Erastian world。 For a month now and more； after a vision of God so vivid and real and reassuring that surely no saint nor prophet had ever had a better； he had made no more than vague responsive movements； he had allowed himself to be persuaded into an unreasonable and cowardly delay； and the fetters of association and usage and minor interests were as unbroken as they had been before ever the vision shone。 Was it credible that there had ever been such a vision in a life so entirely dictated by immediacy and instinct as his？ We are all creatures of the dark stream； we swim in needs and bodily impulses and small vanities； if ever and again a bubble of spiritual imaginativeness glows out of us； it breaks and leaves us where we were。
〃Louse that I am！〃 he cried。
He still believed in God； without a shadow of doubt； he believed in the God that he had seen； the high courage； the golden intention； the light that had for a moment touched him。 But what had he to do with God； he； the loiterer； the little thing？
He was little； he was funny。 His prevarications with his wife； for example； were comic。 There was no other word for him but 〃funny。〃
He rolled back again and lay staring。
〃Who will deliver me from the body of this death？〃 What right has a little bishop in a purple stock and doeskin breeches； who hangs back in his palace from the very call of God； to a phrase so fine and tragic as 〃the body of this death？〃
He was the most unreal thing in the universe。 He was a base insect giving himself airs。 What advantage has a bishop over the Praying Mantis； that cricket which apes the attitude of piety？ Does he matter moreto God？
〃To the God of the Universe； who can tell？ To the God of man； yes。〃
He sat up in bed struck by his own answer； and full of an indescribable hunger for God and an indescribable sense of his complete want of courage to make the one simple appeal that would satisfy that hunger。 He tried to pray。 〃O God！ 〃he cried； 〃forgive me！ Take me！〃 It seemed to him that he was not really praying but only making believe to pray。 It seemed to him that he was not really existing but only seeming to exist。 He seemed to himself to be one with figures on a china plate； with figures painted on walls； with the flimsy imagined lives of men in stories of forgotten times。 〃O God！〃 he said； 〃O God；〃 acting a gesture； mimicking appeal。
〃Anaemic；〃 he said； and was given an idea。
He got out of bed； he took his keys from the night…table at the bed head and went to his bureau。
He stood with Dale's tonic in his hand。 He remained for some time holding it； and feeling a curious indisposition to go on with the thing in his mind。
He turned at last with an effort。 He carried the little phial to his bedside； and into the tumbler of his water…bottle he let the drops fall； drop by drop； until he had counted twenty。 Then holding it to the bulb of his reading lamp he added the water and stood watching the slow pearly eddies in the mixture mingle into an opalescent uniformity。 He replaced the water…bottle and stood with the glass in his hand。 But he did not drink。
He was afraid。
He knew that he had only to drink and this world of confusion would grow transparent； would roll back and reveal the great simplicities behind。 And he was afraid。
He was afraid of that greatness。 He was afraid of the great imperatives that he knew would at once take hold of his life。 He wanted to muddle on for just a little longer。 He wanted to stay just where he was； in his familiar prison…house； with the key of escape in his hand。 Before he took the last step into the very presence of truth； he wouldthink。
He put down the glass and lay down upon his bed。。。。
（3）
He awoke in a mood of great depression out of a dream of wandering interminably in an endless building of innumerable pillars； pillars so vast and high that the ceiling was lost in darkness。 By the scale of these pillars he felt himself scarcely larger than an ant。 He was always alone in these wanderings； and always missing something that passed along distant passages； something desirable； something in the nature of a procession or of a ceremony； something of which he was in futile pursuit； of which he heard faint echoes； something luminous of which he seemed at times to see the last fading reflection； across vast halls and wildernesses of shining pavement and through Cyclopaean archways。 At last there was neither sound nor gleam； but the utmost solitude； and a darkness and silence and the uttermost profundity of sorrow。。。。
It was bright day。 Dunk had just come into the room with his tea； and the tumbler of Dr。 Dale's tonic stood untouched upon the night…table。 The bishop sat up in bed。 He had missed his opportunity。 To…day was a busy day； he knew。
〃No；〃 he said； as Dunk hesitated whether to remove or leave the tumbler。 〃Leave that。〃
Dunk found room for it upon the tea…tray； and vanished softly with the bishop's evening clothes。
The bishop remained motionless facing the day。 There stood the draught of decision that he had lacked the decision even to touch。
From his bed he could just read the larger items that figured upon the engagement tablet which it was Whippham's business to fill over…night and place upon his table。 He had two confirmation services； first the big one in the cathedral and then a second one in the evening at Pringle； various committees and an interview with Chasters。 He had not yet finished his addresses for these confirmation services。。。。
The task seemed mountainousoverwhelming。
With a gesture of desperation he seized the tumblerful of tonic and drank it off at a gulp。
（4）
For some moments nothing seemed to happen。
Then he began to feel stronger and less wretched； and then came a throbbing and tingling of artery and nerve。
He had a sense of adventure； a pleasant fear in the thing that he had done。 He got out of bed； leaving his cup of tea untasted； and began to dress。 He had the sensation of relief a prisoner may feel who suddenly tries his cell door and finds it open upon sunshine； the outside world and freedom。
He went on dressing although he was certain that in a few minutes the world of delusion about him would dissolve； an