. The book of months . THE BOOK OF MONTHS The world is made by the poet for thedreamer, was said by some one—I forget might just as well have said, The worldis made by the butcher for the baker. It is a very false estimate we should get ofthe world if we only look at other people fromour own stand-point. It is useless, for instance,to imagine ones self in the position of a news-boy from whom I usually buy an evening paperat the corner just outside. He is frightfullyragged; whj his coat, for instance, holds to-gether at all is beyond my comprehension, andhis boots are in a similar state
. The book of months . THE BOOK OF MONTHS The world is made by the poet for thedreamer, was said by some one—I forget might just as well have said, The worldis made by the butcher for the baker. It is a very false estimate we should get ofthe world if we only look at other people fromour own stand-point. It is useless, for instance,to imagine ones self in the position of a news-boy from whom I usually buy an evening paperat the corner just outside. He is frightfullyragged; whj his coat, for instance, holds to-gether at all is beyond my comprehension, andhis boots are in a similar state of disintegra-tion. Certainly if it my lot to stand atthat corner earning a penny only out of everytwelve papers I sold, and for the sake of earn-ing my bread at all being compelled to standthere for hours in frost, rain, or fog, I shouldquite assuredly be most unhappy. Yet nothingis falser than to imagine that he is has, on the contrary, a frolic welcome 30. [jI^jJ.;:;!?..:-. #s
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