without the least little reservation and in an utterly jaunty and cavalier fashion, then Christianity—if we call paganism’s fiction of the gods human madness—is an invention of a mad god. A man who still preserves his understanding must come to the verdict that only a god bereft of understanding could concoct such a teaching. The incarnate God, if without further ado one were to be hail-fellow-well-met with him, would then become a counterpart of Shakespeare’s Prince Henry.75 God and man are two