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Look at him leaving the shop floor, the coolie who works twelve hours a day in Shanghai, the laborer who has just spent nine consecutive hours in a Paris factory, and compare his heavy steps to the light stride of the idle man. He thinks of one thing only: to return to his home and sleep. It is amazing that workers have children; they have so little time for making love! Thei dullness, their stale dullness, never leaves them. In this way we anesthetize their revolt.
— Never Work by George Woodcock, Herman J. Schuurman, AndrΓ© Thirion, and 2 others (Page 19)