It might live forever among the weeds, it might flourish and reign over them, but it would have a reminiscence unknown to them--the knowledge of the years in which it strove to mold itself to the likeness of the wheat before rebellion woke within it.

I know! I know! I know Bohemia--love Bohemia--but at best I am only a naturalized Bohemian.

I can live on a crust with these good creatures, or I can send my gold flying with theirs, but I'm hanged if, for instance, I can sin in quite the delicious, child-like, whole-hearted way that is their prerogative! I have done most of the things that they have done, but their disarming candor, their simple joy in their exploits, is something debarred to me.

It isn't for nothing, I tell you, that I have countless God-fearing generations behind me!" He spoke jestingly, but his glance, when it met the eager impetuosity of the boy's, was quiet and observant.
"I disagree with you!" Max cried, suddenly.

"I disagree with you wholly! Individuality has nothing to do with environment--nothing to do with ancestry." "Ah, that's not logical! Humanity is only a chain of which we are the last links forged.