I found this projecting feature of Christian theology, like a sort of hard spike, the dogmatic insistence that God was personal, and had made a world separate from Himself.

The spike of dogma fitted exactly into the hole in the world--it had evidently been meant to go there--and then the strange thing began to happen.

When once these two parts of the two machines had come together, one after another, all the other parts fitted and fell in with an eerie exactitude.

I could hear bolt after bolt over all the machinery falling into its place with a kind of click of relief.

Having got one part right, all the other parts were repeating that rectitude, as clock after clock strikes noon.