His lips drew nearer still to my ear.
"Vain pretender, do not boast that you brought a genius for epigram to the service of science.

Science is lenient to all who offer experiment as the test of conjecture.

You are of the stuff of which inquisitors are made.

You cry that truth is profaned when your dogmas are questioned.
In your shallow presumption you have meted the dominions of nature, and where your eye halts its vision, you say, 'There nature must close;' in the bigotry which adds crime to presumption, you would stone the discoverer who, in annexing new realms to her chart, unsettles your arbitrary landmarks.

Verily, retribution shall await you! In those spaces which your sight has disdained to explore you shall yourself be a lost and bewildered straggler.