He broke off.
"I should like to establish a republic of minds."
Cimourdain looked down on the flag-stones of the dungeon.
"And in the mean time what would you have?" he asked.
"The existing condition of things."
"Then you absolve the present moment."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because it is a tempest. A tempest always knows what it is about. For every oak that is struck by lightning, how many forests are purified! Civilization has a plague; a strong wind is sent to expel it from the land. It may not choose its methods wisely, perhaps, but can it do otherwise? Its task is no light one. Viewing the horror of the miasma, I can understand the fury of the wind."
Gauvain went on:—