It is ironic to think that man might determine his own future by something so seemingly trivial as the choice of an insect spray.
It is not half so important to know as to feel.
Why should we tolerate a diet of weak poisons, a home in insipid surroundings, a circle of acquaintances who are not quite our enemies, the noise of motors with just enough relief to prevent insanity? Who would want to live in a world which is just not quite fatal?