Herman Melville,
Israel Potter — Chapters 21-25
(1855)
“ To these muddy philosophers, men and bricks were equally of clay. “What signifies who we be—dukes or ditchers?” thought the moulders; “all is vanity and clay.”So slap, slap, slap, care-free and negligent, with bitter unconcern, these dismal desperadoes flapped down the dough. If this recklessness were vicious of them, be it so; but their vice was like that weed which but grows on barren ground; enrich the soil, and it disappears.For thirteen weary weeks, lorded over by the taskmaster, Israel toiled in his pit. ”
