Maximus.
Is it worth while to will what is possible?
Julian.
Word-froth from the lecture-halls! You can no longer cram my mind with that. And yet——oh no, no, Maximus! But you cannot understand how it is with us. We are like vines transplanted into a new, strange soil; transplant us back again, and we die; yet in the new soil we cannot thrive.
Maximus.
We? Whom do you call we?
Julian.
All who are under the terror of the revelation.
Maximus.
A terror of shadows!