Every coming year is as bad as the previous one, the only difference being that in most cases it is even worse.
Anton ChekhovUseless pursuits and conversations always about the same things absorb the better part of one's time, the better part of one's strength, and in the end there is left a life grovelling and curtailed, worthless and trivial, and there is no escaping or getting away from itโjust as though one were in a madhouse or prison.
Anton Chekhov