Okay, so I’ve been reading some of the classics on the daily MRT jog into and back from the city. I read something from Thoreau today that made me chuckle, thought some of you might enjoy it:
Yet some, not wise, go to the other side of the globe, to barbarous and unhealthy regions, and devote themselves to trade for ten or twenty years, in order that they may live - that is, keep comfortably warm - and die in New England at last. [/quote]
-from Walden, Chapter One (Economy)
Some things don’t change much, do they?