The sound of the drum drives out thought; for that very reason it is the most military of instruments.
One aspect of fast London life I have never understood, for example, is the custom of the gym. Why do people go to gyms?
There's nothing new about anti-work philosophy. History is dotted with individuals and groups who decided that laziness was next to godliness and work was a waste of time.
We bore ourselves in order to earn money that we'll later spend on trying to de-bore ourselves
By taking out a loan, I am committing myself to years of interest repayments, and therefore to years of wage slavery. And the UK has been borrowing like crazy since 1694, when the Bank of England was invented. This means that we are locked into high taxation to pay for 300 years of wars and other costly and generally disastrous state enterprises.
Writing a book is a brilliant thing because once you've finished it, you've done it, and there's the potential for it to go on earning you a living without you doing any more work on it. It's absolutely ideal for an idler.
Embrace the faff. Stare out of the window. Bend paperclips. Stand in the middle of the room trying to remember what you came downstairs for. Pace. Drum your fingertips. Move papers around. Hum. Look at the garden.
In this world you're either growing or you're dying so get in motion and grow.
Four times Hillary Clinton has lost the presidency in eight years, a modern American record.
I obviously have a different connection to each song in a different way, and they all mean something different to me.
I grew up, as reported, in a large family of Catholics without even a decent ration of tentativeness among the lot of us about our religious faith.