In Defense Of Indolence

In Defense of Indolence"What have you done all day?" he asked me."Nothing," I told him. "Nothing whatever.""But why?" Relentlessly, he pursued his inquiries. "Why, when there is so much to do?""I had a presentiment that this was to be my last day on earth. I was anxious not to spoil it.""I should have thought," he observed, "that on one's last day on earth, one would have to be particularly busy, tying up loose ends."...