"Even in this comparatively free country, people in most (out of sheer ignorance and error), I'm so taken by false concerns and the most coarse and unnecessary work for the life , that can not reap the benefits that offer their tastiest: the excessive fatigue which undergo have made their fingers too clumsy and trembling. In fact, a man who works hard does not have enough time to keep a daily basis their true integrity: can not afford to keep up with other men the noblest relations, because his work would be depreciated in the market; only have time for be a machine.
[...] We know that some of you are poor, struggling to get by and that, sometimes - so to speak - he lacks even the breath necessary to live. I am sure that you who read this book there are those who can not pay for any meals that you have actually eaten, or clothes and shoes that are going to wear out or have already worn out, and who have come to this page, spending time stolen or borrowed, by subtracting one hour to their creditors. I aguzzai the view with the experience, and so it is clear to me that most of you has a life of abject and miserable: you are always on the edge, trying to go into business together and to pull you out of debt - this ancient custom, that the Romans called aes alienum, another's brass, for some of their coins were made of bronze - living, dying, being buried forever by this bronze of others, always promising promissory note, repeating "I will pay tomorrow" and dying today, insolvent trying to get favors and credit in every way possible (avoiding only those that involve risk of prison) that is a lie, flattery, the voting contracting in a nutshell courtesy or expansion in an atmosphere of subtle and vaporous generosity , just to be able to persuade your neighbor to commission the manufacture of his shoes, his hat, his coat or his carriage, or import of spices he needs; coming to get sick to put aside something for when you are sick [...]."
Henry David Thoreau, Walden , or life in the woods
