In a world of such technological progress and abundance, it is a tragedy that anyone might have to work perforce or for any other reason than the sheer pleasure of it. But then there is a kind of justice in the obligation to work. For although it crushes the soul to have to labor when the weather is fine and a spark of real creativity has touched us, how many more people would be sitting on the peak at Windansea, or at the cafes in Del Mar, if not for a rough allegiance to burden and that paradoxical consciousness of status that sustains it?