Even if rue, an attitude of defence, a continual apology,  kills intellectual innocence; t delig is unforeseen, and in tacle of ting  must come before all true t and emotion.

    A zealous Iris of Ireland, spends ime in a never?ending argument about Oliver Crom, and ends by substituting a traditional casuistry for a country; and if  anotry t ers, letter?ing priests, and to make ture, substituting arguments and ations for tement at t reading of t poets  imaginative puberty. ations and arguments may , tons morality, or S vision; but none t recklessness Castiglione t necessary even in good manners, and offend our Lady trutso be her parlour.

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