Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of watermelons. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that chipmunk till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for
cookies? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
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