“The sense of accumulated riches”

He raised his eyes and saw through the veil of incense smoke and of twinkling lights that Benediction was drawing to its end while the procession waited. The sense of accumulated riches of time and tradition pressed past him like a crowd moving in rank after rank, through unending centuries; and high above them all, like a garland of unfading flames, like the sun of our mortal midnight, the great monstrance blazed against the darkness of the vaulted shadows, as it blazes against the black enigma of the universe.  For some are convinced that this enigma also is Insoluble.  And others have equal certitude that it has but one solution.

— The Scandal of Father Brown (1935).

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