Surely, Anyway, A Working Day Of Eight

We Have Become So Obsessed By Numbers And By Bottom Lines That Beauty And Truth Has Been Knocked Aside.

We Have To Wonder Whether Digital Technology, Rather Than Making It Easier To Communicate, Is Actually Doing The Opposite. We Now Sit Alone At A Keyboard, Firing Off Zeros And Ones Into The Ether. Offices Are Silent.

Self-importance Is A Trap, Because The Moment We Start To Think That We Actually Matter Is The Moment When Things Start To Go Wrong. The Truth Is That You Are Supremely Unimportant And Nothing Matters. All Of Man's Striving Is For Nothing; All Effort Is Wasted. To Realize That Everything Is Meaningless Is Tremendously Liberating, Since It Then Leaves Us Completely Free To Create Our Own Lives And Ignore The Plans That Others Have For Us.

Surely, Anyway, A Working Day Of Eight Or Nine Hours Which Is Not Split By A Nap Is Simply Too Much For A Human Being To Take, Day In, Day Out, And Particularly So In Hot Weather.

The Idea Of A Government Is To Create An Ordered, Willing Work Force Where There's No Trouble. I Think Idlers Are Generally Seen As Potentially Dangerous Because They're Asking Questions.