/lit/ - Literature

> The father caught his son’s eye at last and gave him a mild, responsive smile.

>“I’m getting on very well,” he said.

>“Have you drunk your tea?” asked the son.

>“Yes, and enjoyed it.”

>“Shall I give you some more?”

>The old man considered, placidly. “Well, I guess I’ll wait and see.” He had, in speaking, the American tone.

>“Are you cold?” the son enquired.

>The father slowly rubbed his legs. “Well, I don’t know. I can’t tell till I feel.”

>“Perhaps some one might feel for you,” said the younger man, laughing.

>Maxims!! They are not practicable, they are meant for conversation and to give someone a chance to say, “Hello, there is a philosopher!”

i regularly try to get outside my comfort zone, so i read gauguin's diary desu. didnt expect to enjoy it.

>Baby Jew goes to the Tuileries to play. His nurse takes him.

>Baby Jew is very tired of playing with his red balloon.

>Baby Jew notices a little Christian who is also very tired of playing with his superb wooden horse. He approaches and, looking disdainfully at the wooden horse, says, “Very ugly, your hobby-horse.” Then with shrieks of joy he plays with his balloon.

>Baby Christian weeps; then sighing timidly he says, “Do you want to exchange?”

>Baby Jew returns triumphantly home with the wooden horse. And his father exclaims, “My love of a child! He’s exactly like me! He’ll go far!”

all schools are weak