honest candor would expose him, he apes the manner of clever men,
allowing himself to get decidedly "out at elbows," to wear clothes
which decidedly require brushing, seats himself in a corner as though
pondering some weighty matter, tries to look profound--when he probably
looks simply, stupid. This is intellectual snobbishness. How many people
we meet who cover their ignorance by a look of profundity.

When will people learn that snobbery is the evidence of a small mind,
and that shoddyism is the proof of a vulgar one? How long before people
will be convinced of the fact, that, education, talent, and good
breeding, are the most essential requisites for success.

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The psychologist says.

In dreams, and profound reveries we forget our surroundings, we travel
over land and seas, through sunny lands, and many persons tell us that
it is simply the mind which creates, the mind which travels. Not so; it
is the soul which journeys forth and is actually in those places, having
left the body while it wanders alone.

A person lying dangerously ill, suffering acute pain, is given a
narcotic and after a time, sleep is produced. The pain-racked body lies
there motionless as a lump of clay, pain is forgotten but the soul takes
a journey, and for a time revels in joy, flits through a shady grove, or
stops for a moment beside a running brook, scales lofty heights or
lingers in a lovely valley; the effect of the narcotic wears off, pain