Some food for thought from a homesteading Quaker living in that beautiful part of Sweden called Smäland.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Charles Dickens on Quakers
“I say again,” said my aunt, “nobody knows what that man’s mind is except myself; and he’s the most amenable and friendly creature in existence. If he likes to fly a kite sometimes, what of that? Franklin used to fly a kite. He was a Quaker, or something of that sort, if I am not mistaken. And a Quaker flying a kite is a much more ridiculous object than anybody else.”