Suppose Mr. Bernard Shaw…were to blame me for believing (on the word of some lying priest) that stones could be thrown up into the air and hang there suspended like a rainbow.
Suppose he told me tenderly that I should not believe this Popish fable of the magic stones, if I had ever had the Law of Gravity scientifically explained to me.
And suppose, after all this, I found he was only talking about the impossibility of building an arch.