The point is, young Wm., you have no ticket

to the pantheon. Earned it? Yes. But in leaving,

left the scrip behind; compared yourself

to erstwhile selves, and having fallen thus,

go now unbidden. Whilst you, young Wm., hailed

Lo! A fraud! A thief! or by some lower

hellish frame, have learned that crueler hells

no doubt exist, though like the pantheon

as hard to find. The point is, young Wm., you

have no ticket to the pantheon. Get on with it!