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I’d work eighteen-hour stretches and fall asleep in my clothes. Then I’d wake up in the middle of the night, brew a pot of tea, and start work again. I was tired, but work had become pure enjoyment.

 

Trevor Baylis

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Work! work! work!
While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work—work—work,
Till the stars shine through the roof!

 

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