Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on, had just come to live with her, and took a set at me now, with a spelling book. She worked me middling hard for about an hour, and then the widow made her ease up. I couldn’t stood it much longer. Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety. Miss Watson would say, “Don’t put your feet up there, Huckleberry;” and “don’t scrunch up like that, Huckleberry – set up straight;” and pretty soon she would say, “Don’t gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry – why don’t you try to behave?” Then she told me all about that bad place, and I said I wished I was there. She got mad, then, but I didn’t mean no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn’t particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said; said she wouldn’t say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to the good place. Well, I couldn’t see no advantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn’t try for it. But I never said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn’t do no good.” – Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Ah Huck and his innocent wisdom. It makes me wonder how often I’ve made people see no advantage in going where I hope to be going.