I have some excuses to offer for the race to which I belong. My first
excuse is that this is not a very good world to raise folks in anyway.
It is not very well adapted to raising magnificent people. There's only
a quarter of it land to start with. It is three times better for raising
fish than folks; and in that one-quarter of land there is not a tenth
part fit to raise people on. You can't raise people without a good
climate. You have got to have the right kind of climate, and you have
got to have certain elements in the soil or you can't raise good people.
Do you know that there is only a little zig-zag strip around the world
within which have been produced all men of genius?