Never In All Her Life Had She

In Great Cities Where People Of Ability Abound, There Is Always A Feverish Urge To Keep Ahead, To Set The Pace, To Adopt Each New Fashion In Thought And Theory As Well As In Dress - Or Undress.

It Is Dull Enough To Confuse The Eye In Following, Pronounced Enough To Constantly Irritate And Provoke Study, And When You Follow The Lame Uncertain Curves For A Little Distance They Suddenly Commit Suicide—plunge Off At Outrageous Angles, Destroy Themselves In Unheard Of Contradictions.

No Matter What The Belief, If It Had Modestly Said, 'this Is Our Best Thought, Go On, Think Farther!' Then We Could Have Smoothly Outgrown Our Early Errors And Long Since Have Developed A Religion Such As Would Have Kept Pace With An Advancing World. But We Were Made To Believe And Not Allowed To Think. We Were Told To Obey, Rather Than To Experiment And Investigate.

Fine Blunderers In Ethics We Are, So Generally Conveying To Children The Basic Impression That Pleasantness Must Be Wrong, And Right Doing Unpleasant!

In New York City, Everyone Is An Exile, None More So Than The Americans.