He will not bow down to the golden image which our British Nebuchadnezzar, King Demos, has made, and which he asks us to worship.

And the British Nebuchadnezzar will never get beyond the worship of his Vishnu, respectability, the deity of the pure and blameless ratepayer.

So Ibsen must always remain a sealed book to the vast majority of the English people." "That is true," Hilda answered, "as to his direct influence; but don't you think, indirectly, he is leavening England?
A man so wholly out of tune with the prevailing note of English life could only affect it, of course, by means of disciples and popularisers--often even popularisers who but dimly and distantly apprehend his meaning.

He must be interpreted to the English by English intermediaries, half Philistine themselves, who speak his language ill, and who miss the greater part of his message.

Yet only by such half-hints--Why, what was that?
I think I saw something!" Even as she uttered the words, a terrible jar ran fiercely through the ship from stem to stern--a jar that made one clench one's teeth and hold one's jaws tight--the jar of a prow that shattered against a rock.