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It is a nefarious and pointless occupation to endlessly deal with your money, finding pleasure in sorting through them, weighing and recalculating them! This, indeed, is the way in which greed creeps into us with a quiet boot.

Isn't translation a hopelessly utopian pursuit? True, every day I am more and more inclined to the idea that everything that a person does is utopian. He is busy with knowledge, but he does not know anything to the end. In doing justice, he inevitably ends up fraudulent. He thinks he loves, but later notices that he has not gone beyond promises.

I think if you did something and it turned out to be good enough, then you need to do something else, wonderful, and not relax for a long time. To see what to do next.

Everyone at any time should know what he is doing.

Eka this love! Here's a little guy says that this pampering is one, for a year, for two, he says, this is an occupation, no more, and there is now about capital. Wait for it to pass, but for now you will take the flour.

business interests.

- Will you be into poetry?
- Yes.
- Dangerous occupation.

“Well, to be honest, I thought she said Yoda.

It's funny how quickly all sorts of [unpleasant] things are forgotten when you are busy.

I peer into the faces of the others. Fun activity! It's like putting your hand into a bucket of small fish. Uncertain joy, wavering courage, fattening malice, sanctimonious sympathy, eyeless anxiety, cowardly hopes are my pitiful prey.

I probably should go to class... but I just don't care.

To persuade the corpse not to be afraid is nonsense. Well, talking to a soulless body is kind of like a monologue with that sausage. Useless in the trash. But when a woman is in love, she tends to talk a little more stupid things than usual.

The morgue is itself a philosophical pillar. For the layman. But for a worker in the morgue - it's just a place of work. Usually there are not quite normal people doing things there, from the point of view of the majority. In general, such a statement is justified - being a butcher of a human being is not the most worthy occupation, and not the most aesthetic. Although the police say that chopping and sawing corpses is still a necessary thing. Cops are echoed by doctors, from among the usual surgeons and other aesculapius Hippocratius.
The corpses themselves do not care, I dare to assume, but I do not know for sure.

Briefly speaking. The bum is cool. Not everyone has the strength to become one, more often and easier to lie down and die, without a fight. If life gave this kind of dulley to the infantile idiot that the world has become.