~Virtual Virtuosity~

Food for thought, served daily, as a couple of quotations
They (our old folks) worked for themselves. They twisted their fingers for themselves. But I’m twistin’ my fingers for my boss. Why, d’ye know, Saxon, his hands is soft as a woman’s that’s never done any work. Yet he owns the horses an’ the stables, an’ never does a tap of work, an’ I manage to scratch my meal-ticket an’ my clothes. It’s got my goat the way things is run. An’ who runs ‘em that way? That’s what I want to know. Times has changed. Who changed ‘em?
Jack London, ‘The Valley of the Moon’
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