Does she study the ethics of Aristotle with you here in this Lyceum, or do you reconstruct Plato's Academy?
She is no sophist, apparently, since you say she can see the truth." Mr.Carlyon looked into the fire.
"She is almost an Epicurean, John, in all but the disbelief in the immortality of the soul.

She has evolved a theory of her own about that.
It partakes of Buddhism.

After I have discussed metaphysical propositions with her over which she will argue clearly, she will suddenly cut the whole knot with a lightning flash, and you see the naked truth, and words become meaningless, and discussion a jest." "All this, at fifteen!" John Derringham laughed antagonistically, and then he suddenly remembered her words to himself upon honor in the tree that summer morning three years ago, and he mused.
Perhaps some heaven-taught beings were allowed to come to earth after all, now and then as the centuries rolled on.
"She knows Greek pretty well ?" he asked.
"Fairly, for the time she has learnt.

She can read me bits of Lucian.
She would stumble over the tragedies.

I read them to her." Then he continued, as though it were a subject he loved, "She has a concrete view upon every question; her critical faculty is marvelous.