In place of building roofs and hunting meat, they are ever building doctrine." "And altering the nature of God," Pilate corroborated sourly.

"A curse on doctrine." "So say I," I agreed.

"If ever I get away with unaddled wits from this mad land, I'll cleave through whatever man dares mention to me what may happen after I am dead." Never were such trouble makers.

Everything under the sun was pious or impious to them.

They, who were so clever in hair-splitting argument, seemed incapable of grasping the Roman idea of the State.