The Intellectuals have come down from their platform
and are grouped round the entrance to the bridge, blocking
the retreat. The Fettered Brains shove on either side and
flog the two palfreys with might and main. Master-God,
on the other side of the bridge, appears, with an ineffable
smile, at a window m a cloud. Illusion hovers suspended
above the bridge, with palms and a trumpet. And Diirer’s
Devil, having scrambled up a rock overhanging the ravine,
sits gargoyle-wise over against Master-God. (iDeu s au~
gnres . . .” Janot and Hansot twist their necks in all direc-
tions in hope of finding some impossible issue, hut are made
to start back every time by some exhortation bursting forth
from every corner of the earth and sky; they begin at last
to roll their eyes and affront one another with heroic starts.