We plan, we toil, we suffer - ...

We plan, we toil, we suffer - in the hope of what?  A camel-load of idol's eyes?  The title deeds of Radio City?  The empire of Asia?  A trip to the moon?  No, no, no, no.  Simply to wake just in time to smell coffee and bacon and eggs.
~J.B. Priestly~

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