I know of my own certain intimate knowledge that it is so.
Even among those who technically have "the Three R's," I have met scores of men in our Wellingsford Hospital who, bedridden for months, would give all they possess to be able to enjoy a novel--say a volume of W.W.Jacobs, the writer who above all others has conferred the precious boon of laughter on our wounded--but to whom the intellectual strain of following the significance of consecutive words is far too great.

Thousands and thousands of men have lain in our hospitals deprived, by the criminal insanity of party politicians, of the infinite consolation of books.
Christ, whom all these politicians sanctimoniously pretend to make such a fuss of, once said that a house divided against itself cannot stand.
And yet we regard this internecine conflict between our precious political parties as a sacred institution.

By Allah, we are a funny people! Of course your officials at the Board of Education--that beautiful timber-headed, timber-hearted, timber-souled structure--could come down on me with an avalanche of statistics.

"Look at our results," they cry.
I look.

There are certain brains that even our educational system cannot benumb.