Tnllced, almost the first thing we' destroy in our solenin-eyed babies ig their'sénse of peace, We jostle them: out' of "their, happy, owlish, smiles; we dance them up and down; we try to animate the comfortable quiescence of their atoms into a sort of eternal motion, to sti-late them into. constant afertness; and what do we give them half' so satisfactory as their placid confidence in their dinners, the dreams, and their destiny? Nothing. They Knew in their deep, wise in niocerce what ply a few of us know in our deep, wise sophists tion that as long as dinner and dreams are assured us, we are well ahead of destiny. Babies don't fo get the essentials of peaceful ing until we force them to, with our hustling and bustling, our up-and-at life policy, our measuring of milestones by the speed with which they can be passed, one belief that the whole test of ability lies "in money-making, and our glorifying of this as the creed of common sense, If babies ckdn't loge their sense of humour as th sot older, how they would chuckle over our idiocy, dhushie, after: they "get into. the But they haven't much: time to serenity. og oot th ever we cin. in. money-making' mill; after they. fee!
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