The world as it is run to-day could never exist
for a week without its leaven of lies."
Mr. Bunsome looked mystified. The professor, however, inclined his
head sympathetically.
"It is my intention," he remarked, "in drafting my final prescription,
that the action of the food shall not be so violent. If the quantities
are less strenuously mixed, the food, as you can surmise, will be so
much the milder. A gentle preference for truth, a dawning appreciation
of beauty, a gradual withdrawal from the grosser things of life--these
may, perhaps, be conceived after a week's trial of the food. Then a
regular course of it--say for six months or so--would build up these
tendencies till they became a part of character. The change, as you
see, would not be too sudden. That is my idea, Bomford. We have not
heard much from you this evening. What do you think?"
"I agree with you entirely, professor," Mr. Bomford pronounced. "For
many reasons it will be as well, I think, to render the food a little
less violent in its effects."
Mr. Bunsome began to chuckle to himself. An imperfectly developed
sense of humor was asserting itself.
"It's a funny idea!" he exclaimed. "The more one thinks of it, the
funnier it becomes.
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