I remember once, on the East Coast, coming across a stone breakwater high and dry in a field half a mile from the sea.

There was nothing the matter with the breakwater, and it served admirably for certain purposes--a seat, for instance, or a shady place for a picnic.

But it was no longer of any vital use in the world, for the sea had receded and left it there.

Now, that's just what I feel.

I had a religion; I suppose it had its weaknesses and its faults; but most of it was good sound stone, and it certainly had served.