The obvious question, to which the heirs of statistical Naturalism have no
answer, is: if heroes and geniuses are not to be regarded as representative of
mankind, by reason of their numerical rarity, why are freaks and monsters to be
regarded as representative? Why are the problems of a bearded lady of greater
universal significance than the problems of a genius? Why is the soul of a
murderer worth studying, but not the soul of a hero?
The answer lies in the basic metaphysical premise of Naturalism, whether its
practitioners ever chose it consciously or not: as an outgrowth of modern
philosophy, that basic premise is anti-man, anti-mind, anti-life; and, as an
outgrowth of the altruist morality, Naturalism is a frantic escape from moral
judgment—a long, wailing plea for pity, for tolerance, for the forgiveness of
anything.