It felt like Olympus inside, reader, a hall of gods arrayed on creaking theatre seats which seemed to me like thrones. I do not mean universal Gods like Jehovah and His Peer, nor immortal gods like Zeus. I mean what you, Master Hobbes, named with reverence a ‘mortal god,’ that earthly power, charged to keep peace and defend its own, which answers to nothing between itself and the Immortal God above.
