So with
Socialism. The evils of Capitalism are so monstrous that any remedy is
better than none. Socialism may not be the direct course: it may be a
tremendously awkward tack, but it is only by tacking that we get along.
So with positive education, but I have enlarged upon this already. What
a sermon to my dear godfather! Forgive me, but you will have to take
sides, and do, please, be a little more definite about my book.
Your affectionate godchild,
HERMIONE.
My Dear Hermione,--I haven't written for some time, for I was unwell for
nearly a month. The doctor has given me physic, but my age is really
the mischief, and it is incurable. I caught cold through sitting out of
doors after dinner with the rector, a good fellow if he would not smoke
on my port. To smoke on good port is a sin. He knows my infirmity,
that I cannot sit still long, and he excuses my attendance at church.
Would you believe it? When I was very bad, and thought I might die, I
read Horace again, whom you detest. I often wonder what he really
thought upon many things when he looked out on the
taciturna noctis
signa.
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