Best Wishes!

I enjoyed his candid letter to his grandaddy too about how he found himself wanking around the clock and unable to perform for a prostitute. Three shillings for the broken chamber pot etc.

True, I have acquired keys again since, but never more than a couple at a time, and that moment has stayed in my memory as a warning: every key represents a lock, every lock a feared loss, every fear a neurotic attachment.

I look forward to the day when I can again walk around with not one key in my pocket.

Stuff…
I know it is what gets to lock us into slavery. Still, while I do not aim at luxury or shallow spending, there are some things that are hard to break the habit to own. In a better world, one would be content with healthy food, water, health care and lots of free time. What kind of stupid needs a 400 hp flashy car? Some would argue “oh, but a better world would be boring” These people just have no imagination.
Have you ever calculated how much time you spend “educating” yourself to survive in this stupid system? Have you ever compared that time with how much time you have dedicated to enlighten and cultivate your feelings? Once we become more humane, loving and comprehensive, we will never be bored again. Instead of worrying about getting the last iPod, cell phone or sports car, we will worry for what is important. We will spend our time wandering into our innerselves, and into our loved one’s souls. That can never be a boring activity, but a growing time. It is that we believe a stupid sport car is a mavelous thing. But it is not. The only real wonderful beings are us and to consider a thing more worth than us is to be corrupted and alienated.

We’re happy with Sartorialism though, as you say. I entered a “Young Enterprise” business competition as a teenager: my company didn’t make much money (though we did okay through a sponsorship deal) but we won an award for “Sartorial Elegance”. Score.