If we commit any crime, or do any good here, it must be in thought; for our words are few and our deeds none at all.
Leisure without literature is death and burial alive.
I became a beach bum.
A Bradypus or Sloth am I, / I live a life of ease, / Contented not to do or die / But idle as I please.
People fidget. They are compelled to look engaged in an activity, or purposeful. Vampires can just occupy space without feeling obliged to justify it.
There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten - before the end is told - even if there happens to be any end to it.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
