in a moment of depression

Whenever I attempt to read a book of "moral philosophy" I become angry and depressed.

It is as if someone had decided that Beauty=Lace.

And, this person was the member of a club of lace-wearers---a quite exclusive club.

And they spent all their time comparing the different patterns in their very beautiful,

nay wholly beautiful lace.

The colorful reality in the background would blind them if they were not so very busy, busy, busy with their competitions......whose lace has the finest pattern?

Oh, so injudicious words!