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Each Bird Must Sing With His Own Throat.

Ah, I Fancy It Is Just The Same With Most Of What You Call Your Emancipation. You Have Read Yourself Into A Number Of New Ideas And Opinions. You Have Got A Sort Of Smattering Of Recent Discoveries In Various Fields - Discoveries That Seem To Overthrow Certain Principles Which Have Hitherto Been Held Impregnable And Unassailable. But All This Has Only Been A Matter Of Intellect, Miss West - Superficial Acquisition. It Has Not Passed Into Your Blood.

Different People Have Different Duties Assigned Them By Nature; Nature Has Given One The Power Or The Desire To Do This, The Other That. Each Bird Must Sing With His Own Throat.

One Should Never Put On One's Best Trousers To Go Out To Fight For Freedom.

But I Almost Think We Are All Of Us Ghosts. It Is Not Only What We Have Inherited From Our Father And Mother That “walks” In Us. It Is All Sorts Of Dead Ideas, And Lifeless Old Beliefs, And So Forth. They Have No Vitality, But They Cling To Us All The Same, And We Cannot Shake Them Off. Whenever I Take Up A Newspaper, I Seem To See Ghosts Gliding Between The Lines.