EVERY few years I dig out Bertrand Russell’s famous essay, In Praise of Idleness, and re-read it. This year a couple of newspaper articles caused me to go looking for it.
It is a great restorative for the kind of lifestyle I eventually adopted after a number of false starts.
Russell was an English philosopher and the essay was published in 1935 but it still has an authentic ring to it. That it has prevailed all these years is testament to the power of the essay as social comment.
He was, I suppose, a leftie, whatever that means, so he enjoyed taking the piss out of the establishment.
In the essay he says, “I think that there is far too much work done in the world, that immense harm is caused by the belief that work is virtuous …”