Rejoicing at someone's execution, in "disturbing images",
is hard enough to absorb.
To add the unaccountable silence of Christians in relation to such joy
is almost impossible to absorb.
What's to love in this world, in this planetary race of not so human beings?
We're hoping to get a little help today from Harnack and Huxley.
(Wonder what would have happened if they'd ever met?
I feel almost certain that Holl, Harnack's A student, would have liked Huxley.)