Overheard in my law office, re: Fox News: "Joseph Goebbels could never have come up with anything half so sophisticated."
I'm working weekends and everything, generally 9 to 12 hours daily, which is fine for the short term, considering how much time I usually spend feeling sorry for myself on the couch. Somewhere in his diaries Kafka mentions the "meaningless satisfaction" of finishing his job for the day; it's there. I can make copies and prepare documents in accordance with the Nevada Rules of Appellate Procedure until the cows come home. I'm not really there, and it isn't really happening.
It would be an easy life in certain respects. Every night I could come home and have a beer and fall asleep to visions of my mushrooming bank account. The days would be calm. Ha.
Goethe says, in his verse proverbs that remind me of Blake even though I can only half understand them:
Alles in der Welt läßt sich ertragen,
nur nicht eine Reihe von schönen Tagen.
Anything in the world can be borne, except a row of nice days.