A Smattering of Ignorance


May I add one anecdote to the wonderful ones with which Oscars book is crammed? We met for dinner one night and I led him on-somewhat as the sightseer leads on Niagara-to tell--me his day. He had run into a mutual acquaintance and had walked along with him, he said, in pleasant converse. "I found him agreeable and intelligent," said Oscar. I was amazed. Was not that fellow Oscar's special antipathy? Had he not only the other day covered him in contumely? "I thought you hated him," I summarized. Oscar made a quick, shamed-faced defence: "Well, you know I hate 'em till they say hello to me." Some people might find it less simple than that to undermine Oscar's truculence but the anecdote is revealing.

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