We get angry with people who can hurt us, and also with people who can't hurt us at all. In the second group are things that aren't even alive — like a book we throw across the room because the print is too small to read, or tear up because it's full of errors. Or clothes we rip apart because we don't like how they look. How silly it is to be angry at things like this! They don't deserve our anger, and they can't even feel it.
We are angry, either with those who can, or with those who cannot do us an injury. To the latter class belong some inanimate things, such as a book, which we often throw away when it is written in letters too small for us to read, or tear up when it is full of mistakes, or clothes which we destroy because we do not like them. How foolish to be angry with such things as these, which neither deserve nor feel our anger!