I take it back

In my earlier post I said that biographies depress me because they make me feel inadequate. After starting the second book in the series I would like to change it to "some biographies make me want to go on a murderous rampage."

John Woolman's Journal might be the dullest book ever written. You have to sift through page after page of drivel where he cranks out the most excruciating mundane details of his daily life in order to get to anything interesting. It almost seems like every chapter (each of which details a few years in his life) follows the pattern detailed below:

- I woke up.
- I ate.
- I felt sad.
- I praised God.
- I went somewhere.
- I ate.
- I told the people of somewhere what they needed to do to praise God.
- We praised God together.
- I went to bed happy.

I feel like Bill the Cat with a hairball.

The good news is that if you can get through the fluff there is the occasional well turned paragraph where he actually writes down and explains the logic behind his beliefs of liberty and freedom for the slaves. That almost makes up for the rest of the book (although I'm only halfway done).