THIS MISERY OF BOOTS
a soft lot all these young people must be who loaf about the band-stand here, when they might be tramping over the Kentish hills inland!" But now I repented me of that. Long tramps indeed! Their boots would have hurt them. Their boots would not stand it. I saw it all.
And now my discourse was fairly under way. "Ex pede Herculem," I said; "these miseries of boots are no more than a sample. The clothes people wear are no better than their boots; and the houses they live in far worse. And think of the shoddy garment of ideas and misconceptions and partial statements into which their poor minds have been jammed by way of education! Think of the way that pinches and chafes them! If one expanded the miseries of these things . . . Think, for example, of the results of poor, bad, unwise food, of badly-managed eyes and ears and teeth! Think of the quantity of toothache."
"I tell you, it does not do to think of such things!" cried my friend, in a sort of anguish; and would have no more of it at any price . . .
And yet in his time he had written books full of these very matters, before despair overtook him.
ii. people whose boots don't hurt them
Well, I did not talk merely to torment him; nor have I written this merely to torment you. You see I have a persistent persuasion that all these miseries are preventable miseries, which it lies within the power of men to cure.
Everybody does not suffer misery from boots.
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