§ 23. This evil is evidently common to all minds; Wordsworth himself mourning over it in the same poem:
"Custom hangs upon us, with a
weightHeavy as frost, and deep almost as
life."
And if we grow impatient under it, and seek to recover the mental energy by more quickly repeated and brighter novelty, it is all over with our enjoyment. There is no cure for this evil, any more than for the weariness of the imagination already described, but in patience and rest: if we try to obtain perpetual change, change itself will become monotonous; and then we are reduced to that old despair, "If water chokes, what will you drink after it?" And the two points of practical wisdom in this matter are, first, to be content with as little novelty as possible at a time; and, secondly, to preserve, as much as possible in the world, the sources of novelty. art oil painting reproduction
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