"You had me at a disadvantage this morning," I laughed, "but I'm not going to agree with you in everything you say now."
"I don't want you to," he laughed back, "although I think you are quite wrong when you ascribe everything to Fate. Fate is the excuse of the weak man when he has failed. The strong makes his fate for himself." He looked at me thoughtfully. "But I admit our actions in this world and our line of conduct during all our lives, are to a very large degree determined before we are born. As we are bred, as our parents have made us, and as to a greater or a lesser degree they have endowed us with their dispositions—so we are born good or so we are born bad. The handicap is too great to be overcome and the men born cruel and the men born kind, no matter what their education and e
