How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on’t! O fie! ’tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this!

This quote stuck in my mind the first time I read it, written at the beginning of capitalism it still strikes a chord with all the grist for the mill. When I am inevitably drafted into the reserve army of labor I only hope to frag my commanding officer.