Whoever preserves a single thought uncorrupted by any concession to the
will of others, whoever brings into reality a matchstick or a patch of
garden made in the image of his thought -- he, and to that extent, is
a man, and that extent is the sole measure of his virtue. They made no
concessions. This (the valley) is the measure of what they preserved
and what they are.
-- Hugh Akston
only to the extent which -- in chains, in dungeo in hidden
corners, in the cells of philosophers, in the shops of traders --
some men continued to think, only to that extent was humanity able
to survive ....