"Every writer, of every political flavor, has some neat historical analogy, or mini-lesson, with which to preface an argument for why we ought to bomb these guys or side with those guys against the guys we were bombing before. But the best argument for reading history is not that it will show us the right thing to do in one case or the other, but rather that it will show us why even doing the right thing rarely works out."
— Adam Gopnik on the value of studying history. (via newyorker)
(Source: newyorker.com, via newyorker)
Care-worn city clerks it hurries off to
nature’s fairest scenes
Flower-decked meads and, trellised hop-grounds;
babbling brooks and village greens.
Round-backed artisans it bears, too, from
the small and stuffy room,
To the lanes where trailing roses all the
summer air perfumes;
And it makes them grow forgetful of the
stifling, man-made town,
As they climb the breezy roadway o’er
the swelling, God-made down.
1890s poem about bicycling.