It is astonishing how morbidly sensitive some vulgar beauties are to the slightest demonstration of this kind.

When a lady walks the streets, she leaves her virtuous-indignation countenance at home; she knows well enough that the street is a picture-gallery, where pretty faces framed in pretty bonnets are meant to be seen, and everybody has a right to see them.
-- When we observe how the same features and style of person and character descend from generation to generation, we can believe that some inherited weakness may account for these peculiarities.
Little snapping-turtles snap--so the great naturalist tells us -- before they are out of the egg-shell.

I am satisfied, that, much higher up in the scale of life, character is distinctly shown at the age of--2 or--3 months.
-- My friend, the Professor, has been full of eggs lately.

[This remark excited a burst of hilarity which I did not allow to interrupt the course of my observations.] He has been reading the great book where he found the fact about the little snapping- turtles mentioned above.

Some of the things he has told me have suggested several odd analogies enough.
There are half a dozen men, or so, who carry in their brains the OVARIAN EGGS of the next generation's or century's civilization.
These eggs are not ready to be laid in the form of books as yet; some of them are hardly ready to be put into the form of talk.