jecasc - 12:11 pm on Mar 5, 2013 (gmt 0)
Reminds me of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain the second chapter, where Tom gets the kids from the neighbourhood paint Aunt Pollys fence because he makes work look like doing it for fun.
If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is OBLIGED to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do. And this would help him to understand why constructing artificial flowers or performing on a tread–mill is work, while rolling ten–pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement. There are wealthy gentlemen in England who drive four–horse passenger–coaches twenty or thirty miles on a daily line, in the summer, because the privilege costs them considerable money; but if they were offered wages for the service, that would turn it into work and then they would resign.