Nature invented the individual, and promised him, as a reward for lusty being, comfort and immortality.

Comes man with his patented brains and copyrighted notions, and levies a tax on the individual, in the form of enforced cooeperation, for the maintenance of his pet institution, the family.

Our comfort, in the grip of this tyranny, must lie in the hope that man, who is no bastard child of Mother Nature, may be approaching a more perfect resemblance to her majestic features; that his fitful development will culminate in a spiritual constitution capable of absolute justice.
* * * * * I think I was telling how I stayed at home in the winter, while my sister helped or hindered my mother in her store-keeping.

The days drew themselves out too long sometimes, so that I sat at the window thinking what should happen next.

No dolls, no books, no games, and at times no companions.