A great post from Rowan Manahan on what we are doing with our time. It reminded me of a couple of observations in Walter Kerr's The Decline of Pleasure:
We are all of us compelled to read for profit, party for contacts, lunch for contracts, bowl for unity, drive for mileage, gamble for charity, go out for the evening for the greater glory of the municipality, and stay home for the weekend to rebuild the house. Minutes, hours, and days have been spared us. The prospect of filling them with the pleasures for which they were spared us has somehow come to seem meaningless enough to drive some of us to drink and some of us to doctors and all of us to the satisfactions of an insatiate industry.
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A friend who dropped in to see me a few nights ago expressed two fears in the course of the conversation. One was that, if he did not slow down, he would have a heart attack. The other was that, if he did not hurry up, he would not be able to accomplish enough that was useful before he had his heart attack.