Do we not wile away moments of inanity or fatigued waiting by repeating some trivial movement or sound, until the repetition has bred a want, which is incipient habit? That will help us to understand how the love of accumulating money grows an absorbing passion in men whose imaginations, even in the very beginning of their hoard, showed them no purpose beyond it.
~ George Eliot, Silas Marner: The Weaver of Raveloe, 1861
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We had that book at school fo English Lit classes. Seems like such a long time ago. Yet I still remember the opening words.
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