No worse fate can befall a man than to have to work every day from morning to night against his will at a job that he abhors. The more the worker feels himself a man, the more must he detest work of this kind — the more acutely is he aware of the fact that such aimless labour gives rise to no inner spiritual satisfaction.Related post: Futile Work.
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Friday, November 22, 2019
Aimless Work
Friedrich Engels (1820-1895), The Condition of the Working Class in England, tr. W.O. Henderson and W.H. Chaloner (1958; rpt. Stanford: Stanford University Press, 1968), p. 133: