O Happy Day (fish stew recipe)

[Dennis Perrin/Nancy Bauer]

>Our labor symbolized nothing, and left us 
>mentally sluggish in the dusk of the evening.  Intellectual activity is 
>incompatible with any large amount of bodily exercise.  The yeoman and the 
>scholar -- the yeoman and the man of finest moral culture, though not the 
>man of sturdiest sense and integrity -- are two distinct individuals, and 
>can never be melted or welded into one substance.
>
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>
>Carl

What mental and physical wimps! The idea that intellectual effort is best
served by doing nothing but reading and staring off into space (or typing
posts filled with academic jargon) is absurd, but I'm sure quite comforting
to those who run screaming from the sight of a shovel or hoe. I find that
after a day of labor, I'm able to think more clearly, view matters in their
proper perspective. The mental and physical sides are balanced. The dandies
you cite above obviously entered their little experiment with romantic
thoughts that served only to reinforce their ignorance and arrogance.
Nothing new, or old, there.

DP