a约叔亚·罗斯·李普曼

JoshuaLothLiebman

Once，asayoungmanfullofexuberant1fancy，Iundertooktodrawuacatalogueoftheacknowledged

"goods

"oflife.Asothermensometimestabulate2listsofroertiestheyownorwouldliketoown，Isetdownmyinventoryofearthlydesirables：health，love，beauty，talent，ower，riches，andfame.

WhenmyinventorywascomletedIroudlyshowedittoawiseelderwhohadbeenthementorandsiritualmodelofmyyouth.PerhasIwastryingtoimresshimwithmyrecociouswisdoAnyway，Ihandedhimthelist.

"This

"，Itoldhimconfidently，

"isthesumofmortalgoods.Couldamanossessthemall，hewouldbeasagod.

"

Atthecornersofmyfriendsoldeyes，Isawwrinklesofamusementgatheringinaatientnet.

"Anexcellentlist，

"hesaid，onderingitthoughtfully.

"Welldigestedincontentedandsetdowninnot-unreasonableorder.Butitaears，myyoungfriend，thatyouhaveomitted3themostimortantelementofall.Youhaveforgottentheoneingredient，lackingwhicheachossessionbecomesahideoustorment.

"

"Andwhat，