[England] had decimated itself for a question which involved no principle, and led to no result.

My screams woke everyone[…]. My brother-in-law, Mike, was nonplussed: “Why would you get excited over a little bug like that?”

Then every one was complaining about the high price of labor, and it was supposed that a Chinese “nurseman,” at two dollars and a half a month, would be a decided improvement over a French bonne with watery eyes and a Corkonian accent, and that a cook who could make at least tolerable dishes at four dollars a month would be better than one who charged seventy-five dollars for the privilege of spoiling provisions.

Socrates was not a sophist nor a psychophant.