In the meanwhile, I attended the headmaster’s scripture class. My attention gradually became fixed upon the distinctness and the frequency with which Jesus claimed to be, in a unique sense, the Son of God and the sharer in His divinity. At the same time, we happened to be taking Hamlet, and I noted with wonder that the Prince of Denmark, a supreme creation of a supreme poetic genius, does not compare in reality, in subtlety, in majesty, even in poetic quality, with the figure who emerges from the four Gospels: the writings of an imaginative fisherman, of a cultivated doctor, of a publican, and of a competent reporter.