Littleness invincible! So strong and deep was this wave of despondency, this suggestion of impending disillusionment, that he started to his feet.

He stood and pressed his clenched fists into his eyes, and so for a moment remained, fearing to open them again and see, lest the dream should already have passed away....
The voice of the giant children spoke to one another, an undertone to that clangorous melody of the smiths.

His tide of doubt ebbed.

He heard the giant voices; he heard their movements about him still.

It was real, surely it was real--as real as spiteful acts! More real, for these great things, it may be, are the coming things, and the littleness, bestiality, and infirmity of men are the things that go.