“We belong to this world, you see, and are subject to all its conditions. We are in it and of it.”
“Well?”
“He belongs to such a different world.”
“Yes, the released world, where no ugly passions can ever get in.”
“The way he looks at Dionysos tells one that. He hasn’t any fear for the boy’s future when he grows up and comes to know things. It just strikes me that no human being who thinks could ever look at a human child like that. There would always be the fear behind—‘What is life going to do to the child?’”
She looked at him, and her face was very grave.
“D’you think we should feel that?”
“Surely.”
“Unless we got the serene courage of the Hermes.”
“But he lived among gods, and we live among men.”