Only, of course, it must be the RIGHT KIND of a rose. Papa -- poor der Papa is so coarse and crude sometimes in his attempts to be witty -- Papa says it would be a fine idea to lead the man who talked to us into a boiled cabbage foundry and then watch him die of the noise. Papa is not Sensitized; he doesn't understand that the esthete really WOULD die -- Papa resists the vibrations of the esthetic environment with which I have striven to surround him, if you get what I mean. Oh, to be Sensitized! To be Sensitized! To vibrate like a reed in the wind! To thrill like a petal in the sun! I'm having a study of my aura made. You know, one's soul gives off certain colors, and if one's individuality is to be in tune with the Cosmic All, one must take care that the colors about out do not jar with one's own Psychic Hue. And after one has found one's soul color, one can find the scent to match that color, if you get what I mean. I am going to have the house re-decorated, with a sweet subtle blending of perfumes in every room! I have always been good at matching things, anyhow -- I perceive affinities at a glance. Psychic people do. When I was quite a small child Mamma always used to take me with her to the shops if there were ribbons or anything like that to be matched. I just loved it, even as a baby! And I think it is the greatest fun yet. Often I go through half a dozen shops, not because I want to buy anything, but just to match colors, you know. It gives me a thrill that nothing else does. Some of us are like that -- some of us truly Sensitized Souls -- we function, I mean, quite without being able to stop it -- I hope you follow me. Isn't it wonderful to be in touch with the Universe in that way! Not, of course, that the shop girls who show you the fabrics and things are always understanding. The working classes are so often ungrateful to us advanced thinkers. Sometimes I am almost provoked to the point of giving up my Social Betterment work when I think HOW ungrateful they are. But some of us, in every age, must suffer at the hands of the masses for the sake of the masses, if you know what I mean. ON BEING OTHER-WORLDLY IT is not enough to be merely unworldly. One must be OTHER-WORLDLY as well, if you get what I mean. For what does all Modern Thought amount to if it does not minister to the Beautiful and the Spiritual? Isn't Materialism simply FRIGHTFUL? For the undisciplined mind, I mean. Of course, the right sort of mind will get good even out of Materialism, and the wrong sort will get harm out of it. Every time before I take up anything new I ask myself, "Is it OTHER-worldly? Or is it not OTHER-Worldly?'' We were going to take up Malthusianism and Mendelism -- our Little Group of Serious Thinkers, you know -- and give a whole evening to them, but one of the girls said, "Oh let's NOT take them up. They sound frightfully chemical, somehow!"