Random thoughts from a largely-useless man.
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Sunday, February 01, 2015
A slave to habit
The monotony of the prospect appalled him. He was not old enough to know what a narcotic is Habit, and that one can become attached to and interested in the most unpromising jobs.
(from Psmith in the City, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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