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"
‘
The
philosopher
of
the
half
-
educated
,
’
he
was
called
by
an
academic
Philosopher
who
was
not
worthy
to
pollute
the
atmosphere
he
breathed
.
I
don
’
t
think
you
have
read
ten
pages
of
Spencer
,
but
there
have
been
critics
,
assumably
more
intelligent
than
you
,
who
have
read
no
more
than
you
of
Spencer
,
who
publicly
challenged
his
followers
to
adduce
one
single
idea
from
all
his
writings
—
from
Herbert
Spencer
’
s
writings
,
the
man
who
has
impressed
the
stamp
of
his
genius
over
the
whole
field
of
scientific
research
and
modern
thought
;
the
father
of
psychology
;
the
man
who
revolutionized
pedagogy
,
so
that
to
-
day
the
child
of
the
French
peasant
is
taught
the
three
R
’
s
according
to
principles
laid
down
by
him
.
And
the
little
gnats
of
men
sting
his
memory
when
they
get
their
very
bread
and
butter
from
the
technical
application
of
his
ideas
.
What
little
of
worth
resides
in
their
brains
is
largely
due
to
him
.
It
is
certain
that
had
he
never
lived
,
most
of
what
is
correct
in
their
parrot
-
learned
knowledge
would
be
absent
.
"
"
And
yet
a
man
like
Principal
Fairbanks
of
Oxford
—
a
man
who
sits
in
an
even
higher
place
than
you
,
Judge
Blount
—
has
said
that
Spencer
will
be
dismissed
by
posterity
as
a
poet
and
dreamer
rather
than
a
thinker
.
Yappers
and
blatherskites
,
the
whole
brood
of
them
!
‘
"
First
Principles
"
is
not
wholly
destitute
of
a
certain
literary
power
,
’
said
one
of
them
.
And
others
of
them
have
said
that
he
was
an
industrious
plodder
rather
than
an
original
thinker
.
Yappers
and
blatherskites
!
Yappers
and
blatherskites
!
"
Martin
ceased
abruptly
,
in
a
dead
silence
.
Everybody
in
Ruth
’
s
family
looked
up
to
Judge
Blount
as
a
man
of
power
and
achievement
,
and
they
were
horrified
at
Martin
’
s
outbreak
.
The
remainder
of
the
dinner
passed
like
a
funeral
,
the
judge
and
Mr
.
Morse
confining
their
talk
to
each
other
,
and
the
rest
of
the
conversation
being
extremely
desultory
.
Then
afterward
,
when
Ruth
and
Martin
were
alone
,
there
was
a
scene
.
"
You
are
unbearable
,
"
she
wept
.
But
his
anger
still
smouldered
,
and
he
kept
muttering
,
"
The
beasts
!
The
beasts
!
"
When
she
averred
he
had
insulted
the
judge
,
he
retorted
:
-
"
By
telling
the
truth
about
him
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
whether
it
was
true
or
not
,
"
she
insisted
.
"
There
are
certain
bounds
of
decency
,
and
you
had
no
license
to
insult
anybody
.
"
"
Then
where
did
Judge
Blount
get
the
license
to
assault
truth
?
"
Martin
demanded
.
"
Surely
to
assault
truth
is
a
more
serious
misdemeanor
than
to
insult
a
pygmy
personality
such
as
the
judge
’
s
.
He
did
worse
than
that
.
He
blackened
the
name
of
a
great
,
noble
man
who
is
dead
.
Oh
,
the
beasts
!
The
beasts
!
"
His
complex
anger
flamed
afresh
,
and
Ruth
was
in
terror
of
him
.
Never
had
she
seen
him
so
angry
,
and
it
was
all
mystified
and
unreasonable
to
her
comprehension
.
And
yet
,
through
her
very
terror
ran
the
fibres
of
fascination
that
had
drawn
and
that
still
drew
her
to
him
—
that
had
compelled
her
to
lean
towards
him
,
and
,
in
that
mad
,
culminating
moment
,
lay
her
hands
upon
his
neck
.
