You’ll have to take responsibility at some point in your life. Sounds logical doesn’t it but many people avoid it like the plague. I’m not going to write an introduction this time. I’m going to share a story back from the 1700s (I think) which lead to this blog.
I called on Dr. Johnson one morning, when Mrs. Williams, the blind lady, was conversing with him. She was telling him where she had dined the day before. “There were several gentlemen there,” said she, “and when some of them came to the tea-table, I found that there had been a good deal of hard drinking.” She closed this observation with a common and trite moral reflection; which, indeed, is very ill-founded, and does great injustice to animals — “I wonder what pleasure men can take in making beasts of themselves.” “I wonder, Madam,” replied the Doctor, “that you have not the penetration to see the strong inducement to this excess; for he who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”
- Anecdotes of the Revd. Percival Stockdale; collected in “Johnsonian Miscellanies