nly
a rather muddled careerist because he had too much adrenal and
post-pituitary. But he was pituitocentric of a certain type. We
possess no authentic portraits or busts of him to go by. But the bust
in the Museum of Naples, for which he probably sat (some, H.G. Wells
among them, will not accept this), presents the sort of face that is
often seen in pituitary epileptics, and the features and skull of a
pituitocentric: long, large, well-modeled head eyebrows prominent,
with tendency to meet, aquiline nose and strong chin.

In these three, Napoleon, Nietzsche and Caesar, we have male
pituitocentrics, exhibiting diversities of life and tastes because of
differences in the co-working endocrine glands in their makeup. We
shall consider now a female pituitocentric who presents the strangest
contrasts in physique, physiognomy, conduct and character, dependent
upon a variation in the balance between the two portions of the
pituitary.

THE LEGEND OF FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE

All biographies consist of prevarications and all autobiographies
of fiction. That summing up of a mass of literature over which
industrious students have ruined their eyes, held good until after the
War, when things changed. Then Mr. Lytton Strachey, at one fell blow,
and with one magnificent masterpiece, hurdled the old idols and
established a new standard of deliberate accuracy in print. In his
"Eminent Victorians" he set the pace for the host of those who have
been stimulated by his good example, like Lady Margot Asquith.

Of the four Victorian respectable worthies Strachey has dissected as
ruthlessly as the anatomist a post-mortem, his portrait of Florence
Nightingale, the founder of the modern science and art of nursing, is
most interesting because it provides data of the utmost value to
the student of the endocrine basis of human personality. In the
conventional two-volume biography of this superwoman, she is pictured
as an intellectual saint, stepped from a stained glass window upon her
wonderful visit to a clay-smeared earth. The biographer, presenting
all the ins and outs of her body and soul as he has, makes her live
before us with a fresh vitality that is startling.

The species of life Florence Nightingale lived, involving as it did
struggle with a masculine world, and conquest of it, implies the
existence in her of certain masculine traits and marks, for the normal
feminine psyche is submissive rather than aggressive toward its
environment,