"As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of
beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow. I see that many people find the
world dreary, and, indeed, there must be spaces of dreariness in it for us all;
some find it interesting, some surprising; some find it entirely satisfactory.
But those who find it satisfactory seem to me, as a rule, to be tough, course,
healthy natures, who find success attractive and food digestible: who do not
trouble their heads very much about other people, but go cheerfully and
optimistically on their way, closing their eyes as far as possible to things
painful and sorrowful, and getting all the pleasure they can out of material enjoyments.
Well, to speak very sincerely
and humbly, such a life seems to me the worst kind of failure. It is the life that
men were living in the days of Noah, and out of such lives comes nothing that
is wise or useful or good. Such men leave the world as they found it, except
for the fact that they have eaten a little way into it, like a mite into a
cheese, and leave a track of decomposition behind them." Arthur Benson.
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