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    It is a ridiculous demand which England and America make, that you shall speak so that they can understand you.  Neither men nor toadstools grow so.  As if that were important, and there were not enough to understand you without them.  As if Nature could support but one order of understandings, could not sustain birds as well as quadrupeds, flying as well as creeping things, and hush and whoa, which Bright can understand, were the best English.  As if there were safety in stupidity alone.  I fear chiefly lest my expression may not be extravagant enough, may not wander far enough beyond the narrow limits of my daily experience, so as to be adequate to the truth of which I have been convinced.  Extra vagance! it depends on how you are yarded.  The migrating buffalo, which seeks new pastures in another latitude, is not extravagant like the cow which kicks over the pail, leaps the cowyard fence, and runs after her calf, in milking time.  I desire to speak somewhere without bounds; like a man in a waking moment, to men in their waking moments; for I am convinced that I cannot exaggerate enough even to lay the foundation of a true expression.  Who that has heard a strain of music feared then lest he should speak extravagantly any more forever?  In view of the future or possible, we should live quite laxly and undefined in front, our outlines dim and misty on that side; as our shadows reveal an insensible perspiration toward the sun.  The volatile truth of our words should continually betray the inadequacy of the residual statement.  Their truth is instantly translated; its literal monument alone remains.  The words which express our faith and piety are not definite; yet they are significant and fragrant like frankincense to superior natures.
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