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The World Owes You A Living
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A job is death without
the dignity.
Brendan Behan |
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I don't need the police of meaningless labor to regulate me. Henry Thoreau |
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The average, healthy,
well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in Jean Kerr |
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The
government is running a protection racket: you work for The Boss, or we
break your piggy bank.
George Monbiot |
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