There must be one of two results--either the average imbeciles are sacrificed by thousands to a dozen or so of brilliant geniuses, or it's the other way about." "Whichever way it is," said Miss Quincey, with her back, so to speak, to the wall, "it's all part of civilization, of our intellectual progress." "They're not the same thing.

And it isn't civilization, it's intellectual savagery.

It isn't progress either, it's a blind rush, an inhuman scrimmage--the very worst form of the struggle for existence.

It doesn't even mean survival of the intellectually fittest.

It develops monstrosities.