This
will knock our whole system over, but then every system has got to
be knocked over by something.
Much the best way out of this difficulty is to go in for
separation between internal and external- subject and object- when
we find this convenient, and unity between the same when we find unity
convenient. This is illogical, but extremes are alone logical, and
they are always absurd, the mean is alone practicable and it is always
illogical. It is faith and not logic which is the supreme arbiter.
They say all roads lead to Rome, and all philosophies that I have ever
seen lead ultimately either to some gross absurdity, or else to the
conclusion already more than once insisted on in these pages, that the
just shall live by faith, that is to say that sensible people will get
through life by rule of thumb as they may interpret it most
conveniently without asking too many questions for conscience sake.
Take any fact, and reason upon it to the bitter end, and it will ere
long lead to this as the only refuge from some palpable folly.
But to return to my story. When Ernest got to the top of the
street and looked back, he saw the grimy, sullen walls of his prison
filling up the end of it.
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