The Life of the Bee 
be constantly blundering, no less in the 
world of her first experiments than in that 
of her last, of man. There she invests 
with her sanction the instincts of the ob- 
scure mass, the unconscious injustice of 
the multitude, the defeat of intelligence 
and virtue, the uninspired morality which 
urges on the great wave of the race, 
though manifestly inferior to the morality 
that could be conceived or desired by 
the minds composing the small and the 
clearer wave that ascends the other. And 
yet, can such a mind be wrong if it ask 
itself whether the whole truth — moral 
truths, therefore, as well as non-moral — 
had not better be sought in this chaos 
than in itself, where these truths would 
seem comparatively clear and precise? 
The man who feels thus will never 
attempt to deny the reason or virtue of 
his ideal, hallowed by so many heroes 
and sages; but there are times when he 
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