All That She Asks In Return Is, That I Shall Do The Work She Has
Given Me To Do.
As a man works, so Society deals by him.
To me Society says: "You sit at your desk and write, that is all I
want you to do. You are not good for much, but you can spin out
yards of what you and your friends, I suppose, call literature; and
some people seem to enjoy reading it. Very well: you sit there and
write this literature, or whatever it is, and keep your mind fixed
on that. I will see to everything else for you. I will provide you
with writing materials, and books of wit and humour, and paste and
scissors, and everything else that may be necessary to you in your
trade; and I will feed you and clothe you and lodge you, and I will
take you about to places that you wish to go to; and I will see that
you have plenty of tobacco and all other things practicable that you
may desire - provided that you work well. The more work you do, and
the better work you do, the better I shall look after you. You
write - that is all I want you to do."
"But," I say to Society, "I don't like work; I don't want to work.
Why should I be a slave and work?"
"All right," answers Society, "don't work. I'm not forcing you.
All I say is, that if you don't work for me, I shall not work for
you.
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