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>Idleness, we are accustomed to say, is the root of all evil. To prevent this evil, work is recommended. But it is just as easy to see from the dreaded occasion as from the recommended remedy that this whole view is of very plebeian extraction. Idleness as such is by no means a root of evil; on the contrary, it is a truly divine life, if one is not bored.
>Idleness is not the evil; indeed, it may be said that everyone who lacks a sense for it thereby shows that he has not raised himself to the human level.
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>>9976175
Rebuttal time:
http://www.nytimes.com/books/97/05/18/reviews/pynchon-sloth.html?mcubz=0
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>>9976190
>to paraphrase the Shangri-Las
I love him so much
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>>9976175
I see your Soren and raise you a Hazlitt.
"I cared for nothing, I wanted nothing. I took my time to consider whatever occured to me, and was in no hurry to give a sophisitical answer to a question - there was no printer's devil waiting for me. I used to write a page or two perhaps in half a year; and remember laughing heartily at the celebrated experimentalist Nicholson, who told me that in twenty years he had written as much as would make three hundred octavo volumes.
"If I was not a great author, I could read with ever fresh delight, 'never ending, still beginning,' and had no occassion to write a criticism when I had done. If I could not paint like Claude, I could admire 'the witchery of the soft blue sky' as I walked out, and was satisfied with the pleasure it gave me.
"If I was dull, it gave me little concern: if I was lively, I indulged my spirits. I wished well to the world, and believed as favourably of it as I could. I was like a stranger in a foreign land, at which I looked with wonder, curiosity, and delight, without expecting to be an object of attention in return. I had no relations to the state, no duty to perform, no ties to bind me to others: I had neither friend nor mistress, wife or child. I lived in a world of contemplation, and not of action"
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>>9976190
why is there no "collected essays" from pinecone? surely between the various prefaces and articles he's written there should be enough.
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