My mind is now made up. I am determined to enter. You naturally ask, “Why go into such a place?” I can hardly tell you why, unless forsooth, I am something like Mamie. Mamie wanted to go into the garden and see the flowers. Her mother said, “Well, my child, you may go into the garden to see the flowers, but you must not eat any of those berries on the currant-bush.”
“No, ma’am, I won’t.”
Twenty minutes later Mamie emerges from the garden, licking out her tongue and smacking her lips, while her face is stained with the berries.
“Did you eat any of those berries, Mamie?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Come, my child, don’t tell me a story.”
Crying and trembling with fear, Mamie says, “Well, mamma, I did eat a few of ‘em.”
“Why did you disobey mother?”
“Because I couldn’t help it,” was Mamie’s response.
“Why could you not help it?” said the mother.