Every age has its own divine type of naivete, for the discovery of which other ages may envy it: and how much naivete adorable, childlike, and boundlessly foolish naivete is involved in this belief of the scholar in his superiority, in the good conscience of his tolerance, in the unsuspecting, simple certainty with which his instinct treats the religious man as a lower and less valuable type, beyond, before, and which he himself has developed he, the little arrogant dwarf and mob man, the sedulously alert, head and hand drudge of ideas, of modern ideas.