She never thought once of--" "Of what ?" "Oh, of doing anything rather than expire of boredom.

She and Rex had been married a year and were living at home.

Rex and Mr.Carter helped excavate down in the business district, as the working class wouldn't lift a finger as long as the Government was feeding them." "There you are! Their ideal is complete leisure, and that of our delicate products of the highest civilization--compulsory jobs! What does progress mean but the leisure to enjoy the arts and all the finer fruits of progress?
What else do we men really work for ?" "Progress has gone too far and defeated its own ends.

Every healthy human being should be forced to work six hours a day.
"That would leave eight for sleep and ten for enjoyment of the arts and luxuries.

Then we really should enjoy them, and if we couldn't have them unless we did our six hours' stint, ennui and the dissipations that it breeds would be unknown.
"I can tell you it is demoralizing, disintegrating, to wake up morning after morning--about ten o'clock!--and know that you have nothing worth while to do for another day--for all the days!--that you have no place in the world except as an ornament! Women of limited incomes and a family of growing children have enough, to do, of course--too much--they never can feel superfluous and demoralized--except by envy--but as for us! Why, I can tell you, it is a marvel we don't all go straight to the devil." They were alone with the coffee, and she was pounding the table with her little fist.