Sisterhood, brotherhood was often forgotten; but not till the rise of these ultimate Mammon and Shotbelt Gospels, did I ever see it so expressly denied. If no pious Lord or Law-ward would remember it, always […] some pious thoughtful Elder, what we now call ‘Prester,’ Presbyter or ‘Priest,’ was there to put' all men in mind of it, in the name of the God who had made all.
Who will inherit the earth? . . . Most futurists and even some zoologists tend toward the whimsical: late-late-show killer ants, say, or playful monsters that put one in mind of Lewis Carroll's frumious Bandersnatch.