honour, his faith, his trust, his belief in life and creation and God, all these things can come to a crisis in the moment of coition. And these things will be handed on in continuity to the child. Believe me, I am a crank on this idea, but it is true. It is certainly absolutely true.”
“I believe it is true,” said Kate, rather coldly.
“Ah! you do! Well then! Look at Mexico! The only conscious people are half-breeds, people of mixed blood, begotten in greed and selfish brutality.”
“Some people believe in the mixed blood,” said Kate.
“Ah! They do, do they? Who?”
“Some of your serious-minded men. They say the half-breed is better than the Indian.”
“Better! Well! The Indian has his hopelessness. The moment of coition is his moment of supreme hopelessness, when he throws himself down the pit of despair.”
The Austrian, European blood, which fans into fire of