Truth Is So Often Disconcerting.

Truth Is So Often Disconcerting.

It Came To Mr. Blood, As He Trudged Forward Under The Laden Apple-trees On That Fragrant, Delicious July Morning, That Man—as He Had Long Suspected—was The Vilest Work Of God, And That Only A Fool Would Set Himself Up As A Healer Of A Species That Was Best Exterminated.

They Opposed Brute Force To Reason And Philosophy, And Battalions Of Foreign Mercenaries To Ideas. As If Ideas Were To Be Impaled On Bayonets!

When All Is Said, A Man's Final Judgment Of His Fellows Must Be Based Upon His Knowledge Of Himself

He Was Suffering From The Loss Of An Illusion.