Wind Is To Us What Money Is

There's Nothing Wrong With Being An Actor, If That's What A Man Wants. But There's Everything Wrong With Achieving An Exalted Status Simply Because One Photographs Well And Is Able To Handle Dialogue".

To Be Truly Challenging, A Voyage, Like A Life, Must Rest On A Firm Foundation Of Financial Unrest.

What Does A Man Need - Really Need? A Few Pounds Of Food Each Day, Heat And Shelter, Six Feet To Lie Down In - And Some Form Of Working Activity That Will Yield A Sense Of Accomplishment. That's All - In The Material Sense, And We Know It. But We Are Brainwashed By Our Economic System Until We End Up In A Tomb Beneath A Pyramid Of Time Payments, Mortgages, Preposterous Gadgetry, Playthings That Divert Our Attention From The Sheer Idiocy Of The Charade. The Years Thunder By.

I've Always Wanted To Sail To The South Seas, But I Can't Afford It. What These Men Can't Afford Is Not To Go. They Are Enmeshed In The Cancerous Discipline Of Security. And In The Worship Of Security We Fling Our Lives Beneath The Wheels Of Routine — And Before We Know It Our Lives Are Gone.

Somehow It Is The Male's Duty To Put The Best Years Of His Life Into Work He Doesn't Like In Order That He May "retire" And Enjoy Himself As Soon As He Is Too Old To Do So. This Is More Than Just The System - It Is The Credo. It Is The Same Thing That Prompted Thoreau To Say, In 1839: 'the Majority Of Men Lead Lives Of Quiet Desperation.'