ABSTRACT
I seem to spend many hours doing ‘nothing’ unless you count reading books, but even so they often seem to come to ‘nothing’ because they turn out to be irrelevant but good, or worse still, bad but irrelevant. Then some are irrelevant but interesting. A few are irrelevant, uninteresting and bad, and they are usually compulsory reading. I hope this is not your fate though I must say that the time I spent in France as a ‘student’ was utterly wasted by me. But probably it was because I was not happy at that time, wondering – as I still am – how on earth to earn enough money. But I have at least the consolation of feeling there is nothing more likely to make it possible than knowing one’s job. The snag is that one never seems to feel one knows one’s job. Luckily, if you have the guts to dare to believe it, enjoying one’s job is a very good indicator.
