Now, my dear
godfather, do open out to me, and don't put me off.
Your affectionate godchild,
HERMIONE.
My Dear Hermione,--You terrify me. These matters are really not in my
way. I have never been able to tackle big questions. Unhappily for me,
all questions nowadays are big. I do not see many people, as you know,
and potter about in my garden from morning to night, but Mrs. Lindsay
occasionally brings down her friends from London, and the subjects of
conversation are so immense that I am bewildered. I admit that some
people are too rich and others are too poor, and that if I could give
you a vote you should have one, and that boys and girls might be better
taught, but upon Socialism, Enfranchisement of Women, and Educational
Reform, I have not a word to say. Is not this very unsatisfactory?
Nobody is more willing to admit it than I am. It is so disappointing in
talking to myself or to others to stop short of generalisation and to be
obliged to confess that SOMETIMES IT IS AND SOMETIMES IT IS NOT. I
bless my stars that I am not a politician or a newspaper writer.
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