Strollers feel different on the Upper East Side, I think. You wouldn’t know unless you stand next to the schools and put your ears to their chalkboards and you hear how the creak of a new charter school’s book shipments fills a class.
In another place, the smell is a combination of tired teachers and double shift working parentals. Inner-City youth still get treated like tests are the real evaluation tool used to decide the level of intelligence a little one possesses.
Yes, there is beauty in this landscape. But, it is different.
On the other hand, we denounce with righteous indignation and dislike men who are so beguiled and demoralized by the charms of pleasure of the moment, so blinded by desire, that they cannot foresee the pain and trouble that are bound to ensue; and equal blame belongs to those who fail in their duty through weakness of will, which is the same as saying through shrinking from toil and pain.
These cases are perfectly simple and easy to distinguish. In a free hour, when our power of choice is untrammelled and when nothing prevents our being able to do what we like best, every pleasure is to be welcomed and every pain avoided.