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Thursday, September 05, 2013
A False Theory
Don Marquis (1878-1937), The Almost Perfect State (Garden City: Doubleday, Page & Company, 1927), p. 187:
There is a false theory, forever cropping up in the world, that work, busyness, business, means progress.