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Indolence Of Course Is An Absolutely Crucial Part Of The Creative Process: You Do Not Find Poets Sitting In Rows In Cavernous Word Factories, Staring At Screens. They Are Rather To Be Found Lolling On The Sofa Or Strolling Through The Groves, Nursing Their Melancholic Temperaments And Losing Themselves In Extended Reveries.

Bosses Should Sanction The Nap Rather Than Expect Workers To Power On All Day Without Repose. They Might Even Find That Workers' Happiness - Or What Management Types Refer To As "employee Satisfaction Results" - Might Improve.

As The Son Of A Feminist Mother, I Grew Up With The Idea That Work Was A Sort Of Salvation For Women As It Would Give Them Freedom From The Domestic Grind. Now It Seems Work Is A Form Of Slavery, Undertaken Out Of Apparent Compulsion Rather Than Choice.

A Conclusion I’ve Come To At The Idler Is That It Starts With Retreating From Work But It’s Really About Making Work Into Something That Isn’t Drudgery And Slavery, And Then Work And Life Can Become One Thing.

I Could Happily Lean On A Gate All The Livelong Day, Chatting To Passers-by About The Wind And The Rain. I Do A Lot Of Gate-leaning While I Am Supposed To Be Gardening; Instead Of Hoeing, I Lean On The Gate, Stare At The Vegetable Beds And Ponder.