Cobwebs from an Empty Skull

A philosopher looking up from the pages of the Zend-Avesta, upon which he had been centring his soul, beheld a pig violently assailing a cauldron of cold slops.

“Heaven bless us!” said the sage; “for unalloyed delight give me a good honest article of Sensuality.  So soon as my ’Essay upon the Correlation of Mind-forces’ shall have brought me fame and fortune, I hope to abjure the higher faculties, devoting the remainder of my life to the cultivation of the propensities.”

“Allah be praised!” soliloquized the pig, “there is nothing so godlike as Intellect, and nothing so ecstatic as intellectual pursuits.  I must hasten to perform this gross material function, that I may retire to my wallow and resign my soul to philosophical meditation.”

This tale has one moral if you are a philosopher, and another if you are a pig.