One adjective begets another, one warm allusion gives birth to a warmer, one flashing impulse evokes a brighter confidence, till the atmosphere is flaming with conviction.

If Jean Jacques started with faint doubt regarding anything, and allowed himself betimes the flush of a declaration of belief, there could be but one end.

He gathered fire as he moved, impulse expanded into momentum, and momentum became an Ariel fleeing before the dark.

He would start by offering a finger to be pricked, and would end by presenting his own head on a charger.

He was of those who hypnotize themselves, who glow with self-creation, who flower and bloom without pollen.
His rejection of the captain's confidence even had a dignity.