It was the first time in his life that he had ever encountered outside
of the Bible a mind of the highest order, or listened to it, as it
delivered over to mankind the astounding treasures of its knowledge and
wisdom in accents of appealing, almost plaintive modesty.
That day the lad changed his teachers.
Of the session more than two months yet remained. Every few days he
might have been seen at the store, examining books, drawing money
reluctantly from his pocket, hurrying away with another volume.
Sometimes he would deliver to the clerk the title of a work written on
a slip of paper: an unheard-of book; to be ordered--perhaps from the
Old World. For one great book inevitably leads to another. They have
their parentage, kinship, generations. They are watch-towers in sight
of each other on the same human highway. They are strands in a single
cable belting the globe. Link by link David's investigating hands were
slipping eagerly along a mighty chain of truths, forged separately by
the giants of his time and now welded together in the glowing thought
of the world.
Not all of these were scientific works. Some were works which followed
in the wake of the new science, with rapid applications of its methods
and results to other subjects, scarce conterminous or not even germane.
For in the light of the great central idea of Evolution, all
departments of human knowledge had to be reviewed, reconsidered,
reconceived, rearranged, rewritten. Every foremost scholar of the
world, kindling his own personal lamp at that central sunlike radiance,
retired straightway into his laboratory of whatsoever kind and found it
truly illuminated for the first time. His lamp seemed to be of two
flames enwrapped as one; a baleful and a benign. Whenever it shone upon
anything that was true, it made this stand out the more clear,
valuable, resplendent. But wherever it uncovered the false, it darted
thereat a swift tongue of flame, consuming without mercy the ancient
rubbish of the mind. Vast purification of the world by the fire of
truth! There have been such purifications before; but never perhaps in
the history of the race was so much burned out of the intellectual path
of man as during the latter half of the nineteenth century.
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