".... how willingly people who considered it a privilege to eat had swarmed into the city's to overrun the slums and to seek out Factory jobs. God's face now takes on the form of a Time clock, and a hundred million people will now dedicate themselves to the production of a mountain of products all skilfully designed to wear out in 3 years - cars, radios, TV sets, and tape decks, outboard motors and pocket calculators, hoola-hoops and little plastic dolls that when you squeeze them make wee-wee in their plastic panties. How incredible that we have come so far that we can stamp out a pissing doll from a nickel's worth of plastic and never wonder if the girl at the machine who stamped them out for eight hours a day year after year is living a life that gives her satisfaction.
"And what did you do with your life, my child?" God asks at the gates of paradise. "I stamped out pissing dolls, Lord."
"And are you happy with the life you've had, my pet?"
"I ate, Lord.""
(The Saddest Pleasure: A Journey On Two Rivers. A Memoir by Moritz Thomsen)
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