Day after day I left my father's house and went to work. I felt like a child again. There was a story which my father and mother used to tell people about me when I was a child. They had said to me one day, ' Today we are going to take you to school.' At the end of the day they asked me, 'Did you like school?' I said, 'I loved it.' The next morning they got me up early. When I asked why they were doing that they said, 'You have to go to school.' And I said, crying, ' But I went to school yesterday.' That was the way i felt about going to work in the Land Tax department, and the thought of going to work in a place like that every day every year until I died frightened me.
-from Half a Life by V. S. Naipaul