Harmen Pols, Peasant (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ...What's Plato--eh? A dog's name, answered Harmen, boldly. Like Socrates. He means Pluto Suerus nodded to Socrates, and Socrates nodded back. But the nod of Socrates signified: You said cheese. Look here, Pols, let me bring you a book--a little popular book--a child could understand it--about philosophy. A quarter Twenty-five cents One small quarter Eh Be a man, not an animal. Say--a little book--a quarter What should I do with a book about fill-her-sophy? queried Harmen in doubt. What? cried the Jew. He caught at his grizzly beard; the black eyes gleamed in his orange-tinted deathmask. What do I do, when I trudge along the roads in all weathers, selling folks things they don't want to buy? What's life, eh, when you can't go to church, unless you've philosophy? A bad joke. A bad practical joke, played by a big boy on a very little one. That's what life is He lifted a brown book off the sill and shook it at the young peasant. Kant---- Socrates barked. Yes, Sock; you shall have the sugar And the liver And the cheese Only let me speak, or this lad's necessity will choke me. His need's greater than yours, Sock Kant has proved, Harmen Pols, that we can't live on physical food alone He brandished the brown volume in Harmen's face. What's 'physical'? asked Harmen. Look here, talking of books, I've got a message for you, Suerus, from the girl--the young lady at Lievendaal. I'm to pay you for the shoes you--left behind you. But I haven't got any money. Nothing could...