One of my favorite passages is in Robert Frost’s poem “Two Tramps in Mud-Time.” In the poem, he’s outside chopping wood for his house, and he’s approached by two laborers who offer to chop it for him, for pay. Frost declines, not because he doesn’t want to pay them, but because he is experiencing work in its highest form. He’s doing the job both because…
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