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‘My active life, if I ever had one, ended when I was sixteen,' says Mr. Bowling of George Orwell's Coming Up for Air. ‘I got the job and... the job got me. Everything that really matters to me had happened before that date. Well, they say that happy people have no histories, and neither do the blokes who work in insurance offices.'
WORK may be a mere source of livelihood, or the most significant part of one's inner life; it may be experienced as expiation, or as exuberant expression of self; as bounden duty, or as the development of man's universal nature. Neither love nor hatred of work is inherent in man, or inherent in any given line of work. For work has no intrinsic meaning.