He tried to warm his perishing joy in their scarlet glow, imagining a roseway from where he lay upwards to heaven all strewn with scarlet flowers. "You reminded him that Quint was only a base menial?" "As you might say! And it was his answer, for one thing, that was bad. Thrust it out of men's sight into a long hole in the ground, into the grave, to rot, to feed the mass of its creeping worms and to be devoured by scuttling plump-bellied rats. The influence of this force will grow greater and bear richer fruit with the coming years.