“Quotations there have been, in superabundance.” Master’s words convulsed me with mirth, as I squatted in my corner at a respectful distance from the visitor. “But what original commentary can you supply, from the uniqueness of your particular life? What holy text have you absorbed and made your own? In what ways have these timeless truths renovated your nature? Are you content to be a hollow victrola, mechanically repeating the words of other men?” “I give up!” The scholar’s chagrin was comical. “I have no inner realization.”
