Anything that is brutal, cruel, heathenish, that makes life hopeless for the most of mankind and perhaps for entire races,--anything that assumes the necessity of the extermination of instincts which were given to be regulated, -- no matter by what name you call it,--no matter whether a fakir, or a monk, or a deacon believes it,--if received, ought to produce insanity in every well-regulated mind.

That condition becomes a normal one, under the circumstances.

I am very much ashamed of some people for retaining their reason, when they know perfectly well that if they were not the most stupid or the most selfish of human beings, they would become non-compotes at once.
[Nobody understood this but the theological student and the schoolmistress.

They looked intelligently at each other; but whether they were thinking about my paradox or not, I am not clear .-- It would be natural enough.

Stranger things have happened.
Love and Death enter boarding-houses without asking the price of board, or whether there is room for them.