When I see a crowd of upturned faces, crass, ignorant, unwholesome many of them, I begin to despair.

I cannot begin to explain things from the beginning; besides, they would not understand me if I did.

I feel I have nothing in common with them.

They lead, most of them, unhealthy indoor lives, their minds are half-baked, and their bodies half-developed.

I feel a terrible pity, but all the same I cannot touch them.