The French novelist Honoré de Balzac despaired of being “a clerk, a machine…, eating and drinking and sleeping at fixed hours. I should be like everyone else. And that's what they call living, that life at the grindstone, doing the same thing over and over again…. I am hungry and nothing is offered to appease my appetite.” That, my friends, is why I live the life I do. He just put it into words better than I ever could.
The French novelist Honoré de Balzac despaired of being “a clerk, a machine…, eating and drinking and sleeping at fixed hours. I should be like everyone else. And that's what they call living, that life at the grindstone, doing the same thing over and over again…. I am hungry and nothing is offered to appease my appetite.”
That, my friends, is why I live the life I do. He just put it into words better than I ever could.