Intellectual Leisure Over Distraction
Rest That Annexes Centuries, Not Hours
Men are not at leisure if their pleasures partake of the character of business. Some waste lives over draughts, ball, or toasting their bodies in the sun. Others devote themselves to futile literary questions: a fascinating kind of folly that claims attention without profit. Knowledge can be a job that never had to justify itself. The catalogue feels like culture. It functions as another office.






