"We are accustomed to live in hopes of good weather, a good harvest, a nice love-affair, hopes of becoming rich or getting the office of chief or police, but I´ve never noticed anyone hoping to get wiser. We say to ourselves: it´ll be under a new tsar, and in two hundred years it´ll still be better, and nobody tries to make this good time come tomorrow. On the whole, life gets more and more complex every day and moves on at it´s own sweet will, and people get more and more stupid, and get isolated from life in evercreasing numbers."
Anton Tsehov
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