human
Sometimes I think so. Sometimes I think the light was shut out that the greater light might come. Sometimes I think we scientists haven't the right line on the world at all. Why, Ernestine, sometimes I think it's miles deeper than we ever dreamed! A hodge-podge--this letter. Like my life, starting out one thing, and ending up another, or rather not ending up anything at all--a going to pieces in the midst of my philosophy--a not being sure of anything--a constant 'perhaps.'