TOWARD the end of May in 1902, Mary Baker Eddy wrote to some friends, with her usual depth of thought: "Those to whom I whispered the name I had given my 'book' laughed at me, and said it was not suitable, even as before, my literary friends had advised me not to write such a book; and my students had said nobody will understand it. But the courage of my convictions never failed."
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