A mother says that life should be all love, all delicacy and forbearance and gentleness.

And she proceeds to spin a hateful sticky web of permanent forbearance, gentleness, hushedness around her naturally passionate and hasty child.

This so foils the child as to make him half imbecile or criminal.

I may have ideals if I like--even of love and forbearance and meekness.

But I have no right to ask another to have these ideals.
And to impose _any ideals_ upon a child as it grows is almost criminal.