It seemed plain to me now, that with her training, those inherited prisoners were merely property--nothing more, nothing less.

Well, when we inherit property, it does not occur to us to throw it away, even when we do not value it.
When I brought my procession of human bats up into the open world and the glare of the afternoon sun--previously blindfolding them, in charity for eyes so long untortured by light--they were a spectacle to look at.

Skeletons, scarecrows, goblins, pathetic frights, every one; legitimatest possible children of Monarchy by the Grace of God and the Established Church.

I muttered absently: "I _wish_ I could photograph them!" You have seen that kind of people who will never let on that they don't know the meaning of a new big word.

The more ignorant they are, the more pitifully certain they are to pretend you haven't shot over their heads.