Dateline: 27 January 2014
I have a friend who, with the fortune of an overwhelming inheritance, has retired to yachting and golfing. He chose to visit me while I was building the stone wall of my studio, and he offered to spend the time helping me. At the end of a back-breaking day, he confided: “I haven’t had such an appetite since I was young, and I’ve never felt better. Boy, am I going to sleep tonight!” he had forgotten how good it feels to be hungry and tired. “What you are enjoying,” I told him, “is the rare satisfaction of hard labor!” I suppose if I sailed or golfed with the same enthusiasm with which I build stone walls, I might become just as hungry and tired at the end of each day, but then I wouldn’t have a stone wall to crown my feeling of satisfaction. I think I like my own life pattern.
From, The Spirits of '76 (1976)