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American. Not all Americans, but when an American does
it he makes competition impossible.
Strip the human race, absolutely naked, and it would
be a real democracy. But the introduction of even a rag
of tiger skin, or a cowtail, could make a badge of dis-
tinction and be the beginning of a monarchy.
The Swiss seem to be at bottom good-hearted and they
are courteous, though they exhibit no artificial polish;
they are grave, not to say austere of countenance, inde-
pendent, a trifle repellant in their manner; they have no
vivacity, and if they know how to smile they keep that
secret within themselves. They are furnished with ma-
chinery to smile with but they have no way of operating
it. These remarks fit all the Swiss I have met, excepting
about a dozen.
Notes  for  story—probably   The Mysterious
Stranger.
He had but one term for that large body which has
such a fine opinion of itself—"the little stinking human
race, with its little stinking kings and popes and bishops
and prostitutes and peddlers."
He said: "The globe is a living creature, and the little
stinking human race and the other animals are the vennin
that infest it—the microbes. We dig into its skin to suck
its blood (water) and we use its Niagaras and rivers for
power. We sail its oceans in fleets which it is not conscious
of and cannot see. We dig deep into the thin outer gold-
leaf layer of its skin, 3000 feet, and it is not aware of
it. Nothing hurts it but a bellyache, then it heaves with a
trifling earthquake."
The absence of the Orienting faculty. In Innsbruck the
portier of the Tivolier Hotel told me to go to the right two
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