Quack, whose work and governance is Plausibility, and also is
Falsity and Fatuity; to which Nature says, and must say when it
comes to _her_ to speak, eternally No! Nations cease to be
befriended of the Law-Maker, when they walk _not_ according to
the Law. The Sphinx-question remains unsolved by them, becomes
ever more insoluble.

If thou ask again, therefore, on the Morrison's-Pill hypothesis,
What is to be done? allow me to reply: By thee, for the present,
almost nothing. Thou there, the thing for thee to do is, if
possible, to cease to be a hollow sounding-shell of hearsays,
egoisms, purblind dilettantisms; and become, were it on the
infinitely small scale, a faithful discerning soul. Thou shalt
descend into thy inner man, and see if there be any traces of a
_soul_ there; till then there can be nothing done! O brother,
we must if possible resuscitate some soul and conscience in us,
exchange our dilettantisms for sincerities, our dead hearts of
stone for living hearts of flesh. Then shall we discern, not one
thing, but, in clearer or dimmer sequence, a whole endless host
of things that can be done. _Do_ the first of these; do it;
the second will already have become clearer, doabler; the
second, third and three-thousandth will then have begun to be
possible for us. Not any universal Morrison's Pill shall we
then, either as swallowers or as venders, ask after at all; but
a far different sort of remedies: Quacks shall no more have
dominion over us, but true Heroes and Healers!


Will not that be a thing worthy of 'doing;' to deliver ourselves
from quacks, sham-heroes; to deliver the whole world more and