Chapter 11 No.11

"C'est son ignorance qui fixe son malheur."

-Maeterlinck.

Did you ever, as a child, see ink made? Did you ever watch, with wondering intentness, the mixing of one little bottle of colourless fluid-which you imagined to be pure water-with another equally colourless? No change. Then at last, into the cup of clear water, the omnipotent parent ha