He too was a tolerated thing; a curious
survival....
This was not as things should be. He struggled to recover a proper
attitude. But he remained enormously dissatisfied....
The church was no Levite to pass by on the other side away from the
struggles and wrongs of the social conflict. It had no right when the
children asked for the bread of life to offer them Gothic stone....
He began to make interminable weak plans for fulfilling his duty to his
diocese and his daughter.
What could he do to revivify his clergy? He wished he had more personal
magnetism, he wished he had a darker and a larger presence. He wished he
had not been saddled with Whippham's rather futile son as his chaplain.
He wished he had a dean instead of being his own dean. With an
unsympathetic rector. He wished he had it in him to make some resounding
appeal. He might of course preach a series of thumping addresses and
sermons, rather on the lines of "Fors Clavigera," to masters and men,
in the Cathedral. Only it was so difficult to get either masters or men
into the Cathedral.
Well, if the people will not come to the bishop the bishop must go out
to the people.
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