"There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes."

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There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dullness. When sometimes I am reminded that the mechanics and shopkeepers stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them - as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon.

— Henry David Thoreau