Digital heart book

My idea of man's chief end was to
enrich the world with things of beauty, and have a
fairly good time myself while doing so. I do not think
I mentioned that second part, which is the only one I
have managed to carry out; but my father must have
suspected the suppression, for he branded the whole
affair as self-indulgence.
"Well," I remember crying once, "and what is your life?
You are only trying to get money, and to get it from
other people at that."
He sighed bitterly (which was very much his habit), and
shook his poor head at me.
"Ah, Loudon, Loudon!" said he, "you boys think
yourselves very smart. But, struggle as you please, a
man has to work in this world. He must be an honest
man or a thief, Loudon."
You can see for yourself how vain it was to argue with
my father. The despair that seized upon me after such
an interview was, besides, embittered by remorse; for I
was at times petulant, but he invariably gentle; and I
was fighting, after all, for my own liberty and
pleasure, he singly for what he thought to be my good.


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