RSSI’m munching on chunky apple sauce, listening to the the sound of cars rushing by outside. I spent some time earlier today standing by the river and enjoying the weather. The wind was cool, and drizzle was light, and the entire scene felt very peaceful to me.
I’m very glad to be able to experience these moments of silence.
I was reading a series of speeches by Freud (for my “Rise of Modern Science” class) when I came across the following. I really liked it, and definitely feel that it’s “moral” is definitely pertinent to the students at this school.
German literature knows a town called Schilda, to whose inhabitants were attributed all sorts of clever pranks. The wiseacres, so the story goes, had a horse, with whose powers of work they were well satisfied, and against whom they had only one grudge, that he consumed so much expensive oats. They concluded that by good management they would break him of this bad habit, by cutting down his rations by several stalks each day, until he had learned to do without them altogether. Things went finely for a while, the horse was weaned to one stalk a day, and on the next day he would at last work without fodder. On the morning of this day the malicious horse was found dead; the citizens of Schilda could not understand why he had died. We should be inclined to believe that the horse had starved, and that without a certain ration of oats no work could be expected from an animal.
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