Unhappy Dryasdust, thrice-unhappy world that takes Dryasdust's reading of the ways of God! But what else was possible?
They that could have taught better were engaged in fiddling; for which there are good wages going.

And our damage therefrom, our DAMAGE,--yes, if thou be still human and not cormorant,--perhaps it will transcend all Californias, English National Debts, and show itself incomputable in continents of Bullion!-- "Believing that mankind are not doomed wholly to dog-like annihilation, I believe that much of this will mend.

I believe that the world will not always waste its inspired men in mere fiddling to it.

That the man of rhythmic nature will feel more and more his vocation towards the Interpretation of Fact; since only in the vital centre of that, could we once get thither, lies all real melody; and that he will become, he, once again the Historian of Events,--bewildered Dryasdust having at last the happiness to be his servant, and to have some guidance from him.
Which will be blessed indeed.

For the present, Dryasdust strikes me like a hapless Nigger gone masterless: Nigger totally unfit for self-guidance; yet without master good or bad; and whose feats in that capacity no god or man can rejoice in.
"History, with faithful Genius at the top and faithful Industry at the bottom, will then be capable of being written.