"You are my evil spirit," answered Owen, much excited--"you and the hard, coarse world! The leaden thoughts and the despondency that you fling upon me are my clogs, else I should long ago have achieved the task I was created for."
Peter Hovenden shook his head, with the mixture of contempt and indignation which mankind, of whom he was partly a representative, deem themselves entitled to feel towards all simpletons who seek other prizes than the dusty one along the highway.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
The Artist of the Beautiful
The Portable Hawthorne
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