But does it not occur to you that one may love truth as he sees it, and his race as he views it, better than even the sympathy and approbation of many good men whom he honors,--better than sleeping to the sound of the Miserere or listening to the repetition of an effete Confession of Faith?
The three learned professions have but recently emerged from a state of quasi-barbarism.

None of them like too well to be told of it, but it must be sounded in their ears whenever they put on airs.

When a man has taken an overdose of laudanum, the doctors tell us to place him between two persons who shall make him walk up and down incessantly; and if he still cannot be kept from going to sleep, they say that a lash or two over his back is of great assistance.
So we must keep the doctors awake by telling them that they have not yet shaken off astrology and the doctrine of signatures, as is shown by the form of their prescriptions, and their use of nitrate of silver, which turns epileptics into Ethiopians.

If that is not enough, they must be given over to the scourgers, who like their task and get good fees for it.

A few score years ago, sick people were made to swallow burnt toads and powdered earthworms and the expressed juice of wood-lice.