modern philosophy

Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of white wash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence and all the gladness left him and deep melancholy settled down on his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence, but a burden. Sighing he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box discouraged.

-Mark Twain, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

~ by jwilliamson9 on July 17, 2008.