“One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can’t eat eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours—all you can do for eight hours is work. Which is the reason why man makes himself and everybody else so miserable and unhappy.” Robada de "Puto el que lee"...robado MAL.
William Faulkner en Writers at Work, de Malcolm Cowley, 1958
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