This evening I told Sir Robert What's His Name he was a fool.

 

I was quite right in this. He is.

 

Every evening since the ship left Vancouver he has presided over the round table

in the middle of the smoking-room. There he sips his coffee and liqueur, and

holds forth on every subject known to the mind of man. Each subject is _his_

subject. He is an elderly person, with a bad face and a drooping left eyelid.

 

They tell me that he is in the British Service--a judge somewhere down in

Malaysia, where they drink more than is good for them.

 

Deliver the two following selections with great earnestness, and note how the

inflections differ from the foregoing. Then reread these selections in a light,

superficial manner, noting that the change of attitude is expressed through a

change of inflection.

 

When I read a sublime fact in Plutarch, or an unselfish deed in a line of

poetry, or thrill beneath some heroic legend, it is no longer fairyland--I have

seen it matched.

 

--WENDELL PHILLIPS.

 

Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to