You say that it is time to shake off the Mist, but Mankind walks in a Mist; that Reason which you cry up as the Glory of this Age is a Proteus and Cameleon that changes its Shape almost in every Man: there is no Folly that may not have a thousand Reasons produc'd to advance it into the Class of Wisdom. Reason itself is a Mist.
Well,' said Hawksmoor. 'It's a theory and a theory can do no harm.
Melancholy is an escape not from reality, but unreality of the world.