child, while he reads, never thinking a whole thought, a lover of peeks
and paragraphs, as a matter of course. Except in his money-making, or
perhaps in the upper levels of science, the typical modern man is all
paragraphs, not only in the way he reads, but in the way he lives and
thinks. Outside of his specialty he is not interested in anything more
than one paragraph's worth. He is as helpless as a bit of protoplasm
before the sight of a great many very different things being honestly
put together. Putting things together tires him. He has no imagination,
because he has the daily habit of contentedly seeing a great many things
which he never puts together. He is neither artistic nor original nor
far-sighted nor powerful, because he has a paragraph way of thinking, a
scrap-bag of a soul, because he cannot concentrate separate things,
cannot put things together. He has no personality because he cannot put
himself together.

It is significant that in the days when personalities were common and
when very powerful, interesting personalities could be looked up,
several to the mile, on almost any road in the land, it was not uncommon
to see a business letter-head like this:

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| General Merchandise, |
| Dry Goods, Notions, Hats, |
| Shoes, Groceries, Hardware, Coffins |
| and Caskets, Livery and |
| Feed Stable. |
| Physician and Surgeon. |
| Justice of the Peace, Licensed to Marry. |
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If, as it looks just at present, the nation is going to believe in
arbitration as the general modern method of adjustment, that is, in the
all-siding up of a subject, the next thing it will be obliged to believe
in will be some kind of an institution of learning which will produce
arbitrators, men who have two or three perfectly good, human sides to
their minds, who have been allowed to keep minds with three dimensions.
The probabilities are that if the mind of Socrates, or any other great
man, could have an X-ray put on it, and could be thrown on a canvas, it
would come out as a hexagon, or an almost-circle, with lines very like
spokes on the inside bringing all things to a centre.

It is not necessary to deny, in the