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In naked, correct words: that pact can be concluded on a more or less broad foundation; the deception can be cruder or finer, it can make more or less circumlocutions necessary. And moreover thus: if the dogma of inspiration is still in force, it is only a leap with which the theologian, e.g., a Bengel, plunges into criticism, and criticism is accordingly itself leaping, fragmentary, a mad series of critical leaps. If, however, that dogma suffers from consumption, the theologian creeps to his critical assertions, his turns are creeping, crooked and squint, and his criticism is thoroughly infected by the creeping fever of the dogma. With the older theologians, again — a Bengel — the folly of the dogma is ruthless and just as decided the craziness of criticism. The dogma of the moderns is a labyrinth of indefinite phrases, in which criticism goes astray until, after a thousand sufferings, it loses its reason.
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