Long they stood together, peering over the gray unresting water.
"John," she said, "does it make every one--unhappy when they study and learn lots of things?"
He paused and smiled. "I am afraid it does," he said.
"And, John, are you glad you studied?"
"Yes," came the answer, slowly but positively.
She watch the flickering lights upon the sea, and said thoughtfully, "I wish I was unhappy, --and --and," putting both arms about his neck, "I think I am, a little, John."
The Souls of Black Folk
William E. B. DuBois