Lauma

“Let us add also that the urban pub has been fiercely undermined by the gym. Instead of heading straight to the pub after work, an increasing number of pleasure-hating lunatics appear to enjoy going to the gym, where instead of quaffing foaming pints of nut-brown ale in convivial company they run alone on treadmills while watching MTV on giant screens to distract them from their agony. If you really want to exercise, then why not find a pub that is a one-mile walk from the office or home? That way, you ' ll walk two miles every day and have a good time.”
― Tom Hodgkinson, How to Be Idle

“Taču tas nav svarīgi. Viena trula diena nogurdina arī pašā labākajā laikā, viena stulba sapulce var izraisīt nicinājumu pret cilvēci.”
― Jaak Jõerüüt

“Laiks Namā rit citādi nekā Ārienē. Par to neviens nerunā, bet dažs labs paspēj nodzīvot divus mūžus un novecot tikmēr, kamēr citam aizrit nieka mēnesis un ne vairāk. Jo biežāk tu iekrīti starplaika caurumos, jo ilgāk dzīvo, bet to dara tikai tie, kas šeit jau ir sen, tādēļ atšķirība starp vecajiem un jauniņajiem ir milzīga, nav jābūt lielam gudrelim, lai to ieraudzītu. Paši alkatīgākie lec vairākas reizes mēnesī, un pēc tam velk līdzi sev vairākas savas pagātnes versijas. Tādu rīļu kā es Namā vairs nav, un tātad nav neviena, kurš būtu nodzīvojis tik loku, cik esmu nodzīvojis es. Lepoties nav vērts, bet es tomēr lepojos, jo izcila alkatība taču arī ir savdabīgs sasniegums.”
― Mariam Petrosjan, The Gray House

“The first drink of the day brings us into the present moment: we become Buddhists. That first drink also has a physically restorative effect. I find I can spend all day complaining about being tired, listless, lacking in energy, desperate for sleep. Then at six, in the pub or at home, with a pint of foaming nut-brown ale before me instead of a computer screen, I will suddenly perk up. Energy will rush back into my body. I am alive. And with one drink, the wage slaves of the day are transformed into thinking, feeling, laughing, independent human beings. We are our own masters once more.”
― Tom Hodgkinson, How to Be Idle