Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.

And hold up to the sun my little taper.

The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.

Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.

Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel