I know very few young people, but it seems to me that they are all possessed with an almost fatal hunger for permanence. People aren’t content just to muddle along nowadays… they won’t make the best of a bad job. My schoolmaster used to say, “If a thing’s worth doing at all, it’s worth doing well.” But these young people have got hold of another end of the stick, and for all we know it may be the right one. They say, “If a thing’s not worth doing well, it’s not worth doing at all.” It makes everything very difficult for them.
Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh, 1930
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