Useless pursuits and conversations always about the same things absorb the better part of one's time, the better part of one's strength, and in the end there is left a life groveling and curtailed, worthless and trivial, and there is no escaping or getting away from it - just as though one were in a madhouse or prison.
—from The Stories of Anton Chekhov, a book by Anton Chekhov
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