From an early age Richard had been accustomed to despise the form he called God which stood in the gallery of his imagination, carved at by the hands of successive generations of sculptors—some hard, some feeble, some clever, some stupid, all conventional and without prophetic imagination. His antagonism had long taken the shape of an angry hostility to the notion of any God whatever. Richard could see a thing to be false—that is, he could deny, but he was not yet capable of receiving what was true, because he had not yet set himself to discover truth. To oppose, to refute, to deny is not to
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