That it is utterly impossible for philanthropy to restrain, detain and care for epileptics.

That the State itself must see to the matter! But just another word: epileptics marry! Imagine if you can the life of a woman married to an epileptic.
Epileptics have children of a sort! Can you imagine what they are likely to be?
You cannot! Well, then, I will tell you.

Irresponsible beings, with abnormal passions, but with little sense of truth and honour, with no desire for continuous labour, but possessed of great cunning.

The girls probably immoral, the boys feckless and drunken.
We have to pay for our neglect; we have no pity upon epileptics.

He and his children have no pity for us!.