Excerpt from The Story of the Rock, or Building on the Eddystone Mrs. Potter was a woman of large body and small brain. In respect of reasoning power, she was little better than the wooden cuckoo which came out periodically from the interior of the clock that stood over her own fireplace and announced the hours. She entertained settled convictions on a few subjects, in regard to which she resembled a musical box. If you set her going on any of these, she would harp away until she had played the tune out, and then begin over again; but she never varied. Reasons, however good, or facts, however weighty, were utterly powerless to penetrate her skull: her settled convictions were not to be unsettled by any such means. Men might change their minds; philosophers might see fit to alter their opinions weaklings of both sexes and all ages might trim their sails in accord ance with the gales of advancing knowledge, but Mrs. Potter - no never' Her colours were nailed to the mast. Like most people who unite a strong will with an empty head, She was wiser in her own conceit than seven men that can render a reason in brief, she was obstinate. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.