It is with imagination that he plays.

His games have some relation to life.
It is the man only who is content with this everlasting knocking about of a ball.

The majority of mankind is doomed to labour so constant, so exhausting, that no opportunity is given it to cultivate its brain.
Civilization has arranged that a small privileged minority shall alone enjoy that leisure necessary to the development of thought.

And what is the answer of this leisured class?
It is: "We will do nothing for the world that feeds us, clothes us, keeps us in luxury.

We will spend our whole existence knocking balls about, watching other people knocking balls about, arguing with one another as to the best means of knocking balls about." Is it "Playing the Game ?" Is it--to use their own jargon--"playing the game ?" And the queer thing is this over-worked world, that stints itself to keep them in idleness, approves of the answer.