"And yet curiously enough I was also tormented by an almost irrestible impulse not to work. There were days when my heart sickened at the labours ahead of me, and I stood stupid as an animal before the most elementary difficultues."

George Orwell, “Such, Such Were the Joys”

"The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture…[The Author’s] only power is to mix writings, to counter the ones with the others, in such a way as never to rest on any one of them. Did he wish to express himself, he ought at least to know that the inner ‘thing’ he thinks to ‘translate’ is itself only a ready-formed dictionary, its words only explainable through other words, and so on indefinitely."

Roland Barthes, ”The Death of the Author”

"The fact that labour is external to the worker, i.e., it does not belong to his essential being; that in his work, therefore, he does not affirm himself but denies himself, does not feel content but unhappy, does not develop freely his physical and mental energy but mortified his body and ruins his mind. The worker therefore only feels himself outside his work, and in his work feels outside himself."

Karl Marx, Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts of 1844
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