Ferris Cameron has never been in love -- at least, nobody's ever been in love with him. If things don't change for him, he's gonna marry the first girl he lays, and she's gonna treat him like shit, because she will have given him what he has built up in his mind as the end-all, be-all of human existence. She won't respect him, 'cause you can't respect somebody who kisses your ass. It just doesn't work.
Love is an attachment to another self. Humor is a form of self-detachment -- a way of looking at one's existence, one's misfortune, or one's discomfort. If you really love, if you really know how to laugh, the result is the same you forget yourself.
Well, now, this is exactly my case. I am in love; and my sweetheart is LIBERTY. Be that heavenly nymph my companion, and these wilds and .Woods shall have charms beyond London and Paris in slavery. To have no proud monarch driving over me with his gilt coaches; nor his host of excise-men and tax-gatherers insulting and robbing me ; but to be my own master, my own prince and sovereign, gloriously preserving my national dignity, and 'pursuing my true happiness; planting my vineyards, and eating their lucious fruits; and sowing my fields, and reaping the golden grain: and seeing millions of ‘brothers all around me, equally free and happy as myself. “This, sir, is What I long for.” p. 155 ... On his return to Georgetown, he was asked by colonel Watson, why he looked so serious? I have cause, sir,” said he, “to look serious.” Watson "What! has general Marion refused to treat?” "No, sir.” “Well, then, has old Washington defeated sir Henery Clinton, and broke up our army ?" " No, sir, not that neither ; but worse.” “Ah! what can be worse?” "Why, sir, I have seen an American general and his officers, without pay, and almost without clothes, living on roots and drinking water ; and all for LIBERTY! What chance have we against such men!” It is said colonel Watson was not much obliged to him for this speech. But the young ofiicer was so struck with Marion’s sentiments, that he never rested until he threw up his commission, and retired from the service. ' p 156 https://books.google.com/books?pg=PA155&dq=Francis+Marion+Weems&id=G79CAQAAMAAJ#v=onepage&q=Francis%20Marion%20Weems&f=false
The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.