Second, I came to feel as if magic must have a meaning, and meaning must have some one to mean it.

There was something personal in the world, as in a work of art; whatever it meant it meant violently.

Third, I thought this purpose beautiful in its old design, in spite of its defects, such as dragons.

Fourth, that the proper form of thanks to it is some form of humility and restraint: we should thank God for beer and Burgundy by not drinking too much of them.

We owed, also, an obedience to whatever made us.