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Schreiner, Olive, 1855-1920

"The Story of an African Farm, a novel"

We shall find nothing new in
human nature after we have once carefully dissected and analyzed the one
being we ever shall truly know--ourself. The Kaffer girl threw some coffee
on my arm in bed this morning; I felt displeased, but said nothing. Tant
Sannie would have thrown the saucer at her and sworn for an hour; but the
feeling would be the same irritated displeasure. If a huge animated
stomach like Bonaparte were put under a glass by a skilful mental
microscopist, even he would be found to have an embryonic doubling
somewhere indicative of a heart, and rudimentary buddings that might have
become conscience and sincerity. Let me take your arm Waldo.
"How full you are of mealie dust. No, never mind. It will brush off. And
sometimes what is more amusing still than tracing the likeness between man
and man, is to trace the analogy there always is between the progress and
development of one individual and of a whole nation; or, again, between a
single nation and the entire human race. It is pleasant when it dawns on
you that the one is just the other written out in large letters; and very
odd to find all the little follies and virtues, and developments and
retrogressions, written out in the big world's book that you find in your
little internal self. It is the most amusing thing I know of; but of
course, being a woman, I have not often time for such amusements.


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