That evening the Professor of Ignorance sat long with paper spreadbefore him, and with a pen in his hand, but he wrote nothing.
The window of his study looked out on to the street, which was litby many gas-lamps. At length he dipped his pen into the ink, andwrote this:
"We should judge men by their best, not by their worst; by theirpossibilities, not by their limitations."
Next morning he read what he had written the night before, andsmiled to himself.
"I have seen that before," he thought.
He took a book from the little shelf that stood close to his righthand, and referred to it.
"I am now quite sure that what I have written is true," he said.
The Professor of Ignorance.
AUTHOR OF DODO
BOOK I. |
CHAPTER I. |
CHAPTER II. |
CHAPTER III. |
CHAPTER IV. |
BOOK II. |
CHAPTER I. |
CHAPTER II. |
CHAPTER III. |
CHAPTER IV. |
CHAPTER V. |
CHAPTER VI. |
CHAPTER VII. |
CHAPTER VIII. |
BOOK III. |
CHAPTER I. |
CHAPTER II. |
CHAPTER III. |
The little red-roofed town of Hayes lies in a furrow of the broad-backedWiltshire Downs; it was once an important posting station, and you maystill see there an eighteenth century inn, much too large for thepresent requirements of the place, and telling of the days when, threetimes a week, the coach from London used to pull up