Although we all realize that monotony is boring, almost every form of industrial work—banking, accounting, mass-producing—is monotonous, and most people are paid simply for putting up with monotony, for arranging things in boxes, for recording these arrangements on squared and columned sheets of paper, or for welding and drilling innumerable I-beams together for making colossal concrete or glass-walled boxes wherein myriads of others can pursue these dreary routines. For what? For absolutely necessary but abstract and inedible money, wherewith to purchase a box in which to live, another box in which to go about (look at almost any brand of car from above), and to acquire boxed food which tastes more and more as if its constituent particles were boxes instead of cells.
