Theodotus:—What is burning there is the memory of mankind.
Caesar:—A shameful memory. Let it burn.
Theodotus (wildly):—Will you destroy the past?
Caesar:—Ay, and build the future with its ruins.
By Alfred Tennyson
(See pages [77], [486], [652], [838])
The old order changeth, yielding place to new
And God fulfils Himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.