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cultured journalism made it extremely improbable that the most sedulous literary work would do more than double this scanty sum。 Yet for all that these nasty； ugly； sordid facts were entirely disregarded； they did somehow persist in coming in and squatting down； shapeless in a black corner of his mindfrom which their eyes shone out； so to speakwhenever his doubt whether he ought to set up as a prophet at all was under consideration。
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Then very suddenly on this October afternoon the situation had come to a crisis。
He had gone to Lady Sunderbund's flat to see the plans and drawings for the new church in which he was to give his message to the world。 They had brought home to him the complete realization of Lady Sunderbund's impossibility。 He had attempted upon the spur of the moment an explanation of just how much they differed； and he had precipitated a storm of extravagantly perplexing emotions。。。。
She kept him waiting for perhaps ten minutes before she brought the plans to him。 He waited in the little room with the Wyndham Lewis picture that opened upon the balcony painted with crazy squares of livid pink。 On a golden table by the window a number of recently bought books were lying； and he went and stood over these； taking them up one after another。 The first was 〃The Countess of Huntingdon and Her Circle；〃 that bearder of lightminded archbishops； that formidable harbourer of Wesleyan chaplains。 For some minutes he studied the grim portrait of this inspired lady standing with one foot ostentatiously on her coronet and then turned to the next volume。 This was a life of Saint Teresa； that energetic organizer of Spanish nunneries。 The third dealt with Madame Guyon。 It was difficult not to feel that Lady Sunderbund was reading for a part。
She entered。
She was wearing a long simple dress of spangled white with a very high waist； she had a bracelet of green jade； a waistband of green silk； and her hair was held by a wreath of artificial laurel； very stiff and green。 Her arms were full of big rolls of cartridge paper and tracing paper。 〃I'm so pleased；〃 she said。 〃It's 'eady at last and I can show you。〃
She banged the whole armful down upon a vivid little table of inlaid black and white wood。 He rescued one or two rolls and a sheet of tracing paper from the floor。
〃It's the Temple；〃 she panted in a significant whisper。 〃It's the Temple of the One T'ue God！〃
She scrabbled among the papers； and held up the elevation of a strange square building to his startled eyes。 〃Iszi't it just pe'fect？〃 she demanded。
He took the drawing from her。 It represented a building； manifestly an enormous building； consisting largely of two great； deeply fluted towers flanking a vast archway approached by a long flight of steps。 Between the towers appeared a dome。 It was as if the Mosque of Saint Sophia had produced this offspring in a mesalliance with the cathedral of Wells。 Its enormity was made manifest by the minuteness of the large automobiles that were driving away in the foreground after 〃setting down。〃 〃Here is the plan；〃 she said； thrusting another sheet upon him before he could fully take in the quality of the design。 〃The g'eat Hall is to be pe'fectly 'ound； no aisle； no altar； and in lettas of sapphiah； 'God is ev'ywhe'。'〃
She added with a note of solemnity； 〃It will hold th'ee thousand people sitting down。〃
〃But！〃 said Scrope。
〃The'e's a sort of g'andeur；〃 she said。 〃It's young Venable's wo'k。 It's his fl'st g'ate oppo'tunity。〃
〃Butis this to go on that little site in Aldwych？〃
〃He says the' isn't 'oom the'！〃 she explained。 〃He wants to put it out at Golda's G'een。〃
〃Butif it is to be this little simple chapel we proposed； then wasn't our idea to be central？〃
〃But if the' isn't 'oem！ 〃she saidconclusively。 〃And isn't thisisn't it rather a costly undertaking； rather more costly〃
〃That docsn't matta。 I'm making heaps and heaps of money。 Half my p'ope'ty is in shipping and a lot of the 'eat in munitions。 I'm 'icher than eva。 Isn't the' a sort of g'andeur？〃 she pressed。
He put the elevation down。 He took the plan from her hands and seemed to study it。 But he was really staring blankly at the whole situation。
〃Lady Sunderbund；〃 he said at last； with an effort； 〃I am afraid all this won't do。〃
〃Won't do！〃
〃No。 It isn't in the spirit of my intention。 It isn't in a great building of this sortsoso ornate and imposing； that the simple gospel of God's Universal Kingdom can be preached。〃
〃But oughtn't so gate a message to have as g'ate a pulpit？〃
And then as if she would seize him before he could go on to further repudiations； she sought hastily among the drawings again。
〃But look；〃 she said。 〃It has ev'ything！ It's not only a p'eaching place； it's a headquarters for ev'ything。〃
With the rapid movements of an excited child she began to thrust the remarkable features and merits of the great project upon him。 The preaching dome was only the heart of it。 There were to be a library； 〃'efecto'ies；〃 consultation rooms； classrooms； a publication department； a big underground printing establishment。 〃Nowadays；〃 she said； 〃ev'y gate movement must p'int。〃 There was to be music； she said； 〃a gate invisible o'gan；〃 hidden amidst the architectural details； and pouring out its sounds into the dome； and then she glanced in passing at possible 〃p'ocessions〃 round the preaching dome。 This preaching dome was not a mere shut…in drum for spiritual reverberations； around it ran great open corridors； and in these corridors there were to be 〃chapels。〃
〃But what for？〃 he asked； stemming the torrent。 〃What need is there for chapels？ There are to be no altars； no masses； no sacraments？〃
〃No；〃 she said； 〃but they are to be chapels for special int'ests； a chapel for science； a chapel for healing； a chapel for gov'ment。 Places for peoples to sit and think about those thingswith paintings and symbols。〃
〃I see your intention；〃 he admitted。 〃I see your intention。〃
〃The' is to be a gate da'k blue 'ound chapel for sta's and atoms and the myst'ry of matta。〃 Her voice grew solemn。 〃All still and deep and high。 Like a k'ystal in a da'k place。 You will go down steps to it。 Th'ough a da'k 'ounded a'ch ma'ked with mathematical symbols and balances and scientific app'atus。。。。 And the ve'y next to it； the ve'y next； is to be a little b'ight chapel for bi'ds and flowas！〃
〃Yes；〃 he said； 〃it is all very fine and expressive。 It is； I see； a symbolical building； a great artistic possibility。 But is it the place for me？ What I have to say is something very simple； that God is the king of the whole world； king of the ha'penny newspaper and the omnibus and the vulgar everyday things； and that they have to worship him and serve him as their leader in every moment of their lives。 This isn't that。 This is the old religions over again。 This is taking God apart。 This is putting him into a fresh casket instead of the old one。 And。。。。 I don't like it。〃
〃Don't like it；〃 she cried； and stood apart from him with her chin in the air； a tall astonishment and dismay。
〃I can't do the work I want to do with this。〃
〃ButIsn't it you' idea？〃
〃No。 It is not in the least my idea。 I want to tell the whole world of the o