Then came his disillusionment, and this disillusionment he described in terms that did not flatter his audience.
He was surprised at the commonness of the clay.

Life proved not to be fine and gracious.

He was appalled by the selfishness he encountered, and what had surprised him even more than that was the absence of intellectual life.

Fresh from his revolutionists, he was shocked by the intellectual stupidity of the master class.

And then, in spite of their magnificent churches and well-paid preachers, he had found the masters, men and women, grossly material.