Introversion, At Least If Extreme, Is A

The Body Was So Little A Part Of Him That Its Final Stillness Seemed Nothing Of Importance. He Was Half Out Of It Anyway And Death Was Only A Slipping Out Of It Altogether And Being At Last What He Always Was, A Spirit. We Buried The Pearly Shell Upon The Mountain Top.

Truth Is Always Exciting. Speak It, Then. Life Is Dull Without It.

It May Be That Religion Is Dead, And If It Is, We Had Better Know It And Set Ourselves To Try To Discover Other Sources Of Moral Strength Before It Is Too Late.

He Saw On The Paper A Picture Of A Man, White-skinned, Who Hung Upon A Crosspiece Of Wood. The Man Was Without Clothes Except For A Bit About His Loins, And To All Appearences He Was Dead, Since His Head Drooped Upon His Shoulder And His Eyes Were Closed Above His Bearded Lips. Wang Lung Looked At The Pictured Man In Horror And With Increasing Interest.

What Is A Neglected Child? He Is A Child Not Planned For, Not Wanted. Neglect Begins, Therefore, Before He Is Born.