Don't let me run the fate of all who show indulgence to your sex […].

How do they sit there, hour after hour, and listen to the congressional gasbags without blowing their tops? . . . never once leaping over the table, grabbing an inquisitor by his ears and screaming, Hey, flannel mouth—does the phrase ‘posturing hypocrite windbag’ ring a bell?

Here, they will naturally say, are tribes of men who have no religion because their forefathers never had any. They represent a prereligious stage of the human race, above which, in the course of ages, religious stages have risen […]

I will provide thee of a princely osprey.