Chapter 22
PANDEMONIUM But where was Philammon all that week? For the first day or two of his imprisonment he had raved like some wild beast entrapped. His new-found purpose and energy, thus suddenly dammed back and checked, boiled up in frantic rage. He tore at the bars of his prison; he rolled himself, shrieking, on the floor. He called in vain on Hypatia, on Pelagia, on Arsenius--on all but God. Pray he could not, and dare not; for to whom was he to pray? To the stars?--to the Abysses and the Eternities? .... Alas! as Augustine said once, bitterly enough, of his own Manichaean teachers, Hypatia had taken away the living God, and given him instead the four Elements .... And in utter bewilderment and hopeless terror he implored the pity of every guard and gaoler who passed along the corridor, and
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