“Eminently human stupid fools.”
“Are they?”
“Don’t you think so?”
“Perhaps. But then humanity’s contemptible.”
“Extra-humanity, or the attempt at it, can be dangerous.”
“What do you mean exactly by that, mater?”
“Only that we have to be as we are, and can never really be, can only seem to be, as we aren’t.”
“What a whipping I’m giving to myself just now!” was her thought, as she finished speaking.
“Oh—yes, of course. That’s true. I think—I think Rosamund’s concentrating on the child, in a sort of quiet, big way.”
“There’s something fine in that. But her doings are often touched with fineness.”