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intention, the desire to utter something, but the idea does not often become

               specific, does not take shape until it is phrased; certainly an idea is a different
               thing by virtue of being phrased. Words often make the thought, and the master
               of words will say things greater than are in him.


               A remarkable example is a paragraph from Miss Keller’s sketch in the Youth’s
               Companion. Writing of the moment when she learned that everything has a
               name, she says: “We met the nurse carrying my little cousin; and teacher spelled
               ‘baby.’ AND FOR THE FIRST


               TIME I was impressed with the smallness and helplessness of a little baby, and
               mingled with the thought there was another one of myself, and I was glad I was
               myself, and not a baby.” It was a word that created these thoughts in her mind.
               So the master of words is master of thoughts which the words create, and says
               things greater than he could otherwise know. Helen Keller writing “The Frost
               King” was building better than she knew and saying more than she meant.





               Whoever makes a sentence of words utters not his wisdom, but the wisdom of
               the race whose life is in the words, though they have never been so grouped
               before. The man who can write stories thinks of stories to write. The medium
               calls forth the thing it conveys, and the greater the medium the deeper the
               thoughts.





               The educated man is the man whose expression is educated. The substance of
               thought is language, and language is the one thing to teach the deaf child and
               every other child. Let him get language and he gets the very stuff that language
               is made of, the thought and the experience of his race. The language must be one
               used by a nation, not an artificial thing. Volapuk is a paradox, unless one has
               French or English or German or some other language that has grown up in a
               nation. The deaf child who has only the sign language of De l’Epee is an
               intellectual Philip Nolan, an alien from all races, and his thoughts are not the
               thoughts of an Englishman, or a Frenchman, or a Spaniard. The Lord’s prayer in
               signs is not the Lord’s prayer in English.
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