Club Secretary: I Say, Lawrence. You Are

An Opinion Can Be Argued With; A Conviction Is Best Shot. The Logical End Of A War Of Creeds Is The Final Destruction Of One, And Salammbo Is The Classical Text-book Instance.

This Creed Of The Desert Seemed Inexpressible In Words, And Indeed In Thought.

It Seemed That Rebellion Must Have An Unassailable Base, Something Guarded Not Merely From Attack, But From The Fear Of It: Such A Base As We Had In The Red Sea Parts, The Desert, Or In The Minds Of The Men We Converted To Our Creed.

Yet When We Achieved, And The New World Dawned, The Old Men Came Out Again And Took Our Victory To Remake It In The Likeness Of The Former World They Knew. Youth Could Win, But Had Not Learned To Keep: And Was Pitiably Weak Against Age. We Stammered That We Had Worked For A New Heaven And A New Earth, And They Thanked Us Kindly And Made Their Peace.

The Beduin Could Not Look For God Within Him: He Was Too Sure That He Was Within God.