 annihilated Kant, and yet,
perforce, you assume that Berkeley is wrong when you affirm that science proves
the non-existence of God, or, as much to the point, the existence of matter. -
You know I granted the reality of matter only in order to make myself
intelligible to your understanding. Be positive scientists, if you please; but
ontology has no place in positive science, so leave it alone. Spencer is right
in his agnosticism, but if Spencer -«
    But it was time to catch the last ferry-boat for Oakland, and Brissenden and
Martin slipped out, leaving Norton still talking and Kreis and Hamilton waiting
to pounce on him like a pair of hounds as soon as he finished.
    »You have given me a glimpse of fairyland,« Martin said on the ferry-boat.
»It makes life worth while to meet people like that. My mind is all worked up. I
never appreciated idealism before. Yet I can't accept it. I know that I shall
always be a realist. I am so made, I guess. But I'd like to have made a reply to
Kreis and Hamilton, and I think I'd have had a word or two for Norton. I didn't
see that Spencer was damaged any. I'm as excited as a child on its first visit
to the circus. I see I must read up some more. I'm going to get hold of Saleeby.
I still think Spencer is unassailable, and next time I'm going to take a hand
myself.«
    But Brissenden, breathing painfully, had dropped off to sleep, his chin
buried in a scarf and resting on his sunken chest, his body wrapped in the long
overcoat and shaking to the vibration of the propellers.
 

                                 Chapter XXXVII

The first thing Martin did next morning was to go counter both to Brissenden's
advice and command. »The Shame of the Sun« he wrapped and mailed to The
Acropolis. He believed he could find magazine publication for it, and he felt
that recognition by the magazines would commend him to the book-publishing
houses. »Ephemera« he likewise wrapped and mailed to a magazine. Despite
Brissenden's prejudice against the magazines, which was a pronounced mania with
him, Martin decided that the great poem should see print. He did not intend,
however, to publish it without the other's permission. His plan was to get it
accepted by one of the high magazines, and, thus armed, again to wrestle with
Brissenden for consent.
    Martin began, that morning
