And there he sits, munching and gnawing, and looking up at the great cross on the summit of St. Paul's Cathedral, glittering above a red-and-violet-tinted cloud of smoke. From the boy's face one might suppose that sacred emblem to be, in his eyes, the crowning confusion of the great, confused city--so golden, so high up, so far out of his reach.
It was a very aged, ghostly place the church had been built many hundreds of years ago, and had once had a convent or monastery attached for arches in ruins, remains of oriel windows, and fragments of blackened walls, were yet standing-, while other portions of the old building, which had crumbled away and fallen down, were mingled with the churchyard earth and overgrown with grass, as if they too claimed a burying-place and sought to mix their ashes with the dust of men.
The image of the tormented man is taken and reproduced in the dirtiest political ways by the institutions of the church, and through this image they squeeze money and a part of the souls of the people in order to convert them to a faith that no longer is part of the ultimate form of manaas love, to faith of the obedience to groupings, official, governmental or any other occult institutions and hierarchies. The church stole the image of the Crucified Christ, which is the image of the holiness of man because it wanted this image precisely due to the fact that man found himself again in it. Church found itself that much in this image that it reached the ultimate stage of manaas love, holiness. Then it could have been a favourable moment to reunite man with his Sacred Self, if this image would have not been stolen from the man by the church and subsequently institutionalized, becoming eventually the image which will enslave man.