Do you know what I think about you now as compared with myself? --My dear man, said Cranly urbanely, you are incapable, do you know, absolutely incapable of thinking. He who but of late cried down the sole ordination of every novice Bachelor of Art, and denied sole jurisdiction over the simplest parishioner, shall now at home in his private chair assume both these over worthiest and excellentest books and ablest authors that write them. The chaos in which his ardour extinguished itself was a cold indifferent knowledge of himself. " "Oh, I'm not fit for church!" "Won't it do you good?" "It won't do THEM--! I nodded at the house.