Most People Can Tire Of A Lecture

The English Are Terribly Lazy About Fighting. They Like To Get It Over And Done With And Then Set Up A Game Of Cricket.

The Classics Are Only Primitive Literature. They Belong To The Same Class As Primitive Machinery And Primitive Music And Primitive Medicine.

All Our Yesterdays, It Is True, Have Only Lighted Fools The Way To Dusty Death. But We Need At Least The Dates Of The Yesterdays And The List Of The Fools.

The Writing Of Solid, Instructive Stuff Fortified By Facts And Figures Is Easy Enough. There Is No Trouble In Writing A Scientific Treatise On The Folk-lore Of Central China, Or A Statistical Enquiry Into The Declining Population Of Prince Edward Island. But To Write Something Out Of One's Own Mind, Worth Reading For Its Own Sake, Is An Arduous Contrivance Only To Be Achieved In Fortunate Moments, Few And Far In Between. Personally, I Would Sooner Have Written Alice In Wonderland Than The Whole Encyclopedia Britannica.

We Can No Longer Communicate With The Apes By Direct Language, Nor Can We Understand, Without Special Study, Their Modes Of Communication Which We Have Long Since Replaced By More Elaborate Forms. But It Is At Least Presumable That They Could Still Detect In Our Speech, At Least When It Is Public And Elaborate, The Underlying Tone Values With Which It Began. Thus If We Could Take A Gibbon Ape To A College Public Lecture, He Would Not Understand It, But He Would "get A Good Deal Of It." This Is All The Students Get Anyway.