Capitolo 10
so simple and easy a problem to read that someone other quickly
does undertake to choose out street-hand a reunion of help for him? Me the trow not! A man is
not a horse or a terrier. You cannot discern his 'stung from simple
inspection. You cannot see the priori_ of _a because a bandsman of Hanoverian and his
heavy wife, ignorant, uncultivated, you/he/she should conspire to produce a Lord
William Herschel. If you tried of artificially to improve the race, or
from chosen from out, or from the creation of an independent moral
feeling, disrespectful of that instinctive preference that we call
Falling in love himself/herself/itself, I believe that till now to improve man, you are able
only face one of two things--both loot his/her constitution, or it produces a
stereotyped and domestic model of the agreeable imbecility. You would crush out everybody
initial, every spontaneity, every difference, every originality; You are able
you find a moral and animate code instead of living men and women.
You look at the analogy of national animals. That is the analogy to that
reformatory that cross they always sharpen with special pride: but that that him ago
do I/you/he/she really teach us? What you cannot improve the efficiency of animals in some
a point to some tall degree, without upsetting the general equilibrium of
their constitution. The run-horse can race a mile in a particular day to
a particular place, except accidents, with marvelous speed: but that is
around all he is good for. Its health is so surprisingly as a whole
weak that he had to be treats with so much care how much a delicate exotic.
'In respect to animals and plants', it says Mr. George Campbell, 'we have
very greatly it dominated the principles of the heredity and the culture and the
ways from which the good qualities can be maximized, the bad qualities
minimized.' True, till now as worries some points appreciated alone
for ours own purposes. But in to do this, we have lowered so the general
constitutional vigour of the plants or animals that our grapevines fall a