You must be a creator!" Donald started up and drew a deep breath.
"Well, some job I call that," he said.

"Who do you think I am, the Almighty ?" "No," said Linda quietly, "you are not.

You are merely His son, created in His own image, like Him, according to the Book, and you have got to your advantage the benefit of all that has been learned down the ages.
We have got to take up each subject in your course, and to find some different books treating this same subject.

We have got to get at it from a new angle.

We must dig into higher authorities.