If we keep these manifest limitations of our nature in mind, it no longer becomes a mystery how, as the idea of Christianity as a world brotherhood of men sank into discredit because of its fatal entanglement with priest craft and the Papacy on the one hand and with the authority of princes on the other, and the age of faith passed into our present age of doubt and disbelief, men shifted the reference of their lives from the kingdom of God and the brotherhood of mankind to these apparently more living realities, France and England, Holy Russia, Spain, Prussia, which were at least embodied in active courts, which maintained laws, exerted power through armies and navies, waved flags with a compelling solemnity, and were self-assertive and insatiably greedy in an entirely human and understandable fashion.
Here, too, in this humble tenement, live care, and distrust, and dismay.
Andthere’s no doubt that Dmitri Fyodorovitch was suffering fromaberration.
You don’t mistrust me?’
But insteadof a definite aim, he found nothing but uncertainty and perplexityon all sides. “