works of art

A surfeit of honey cloys the tongue; a surfeit wine addles the brain; so a surfeit of ease guts a man of strength. Light, warmth, food, water were free to all men, and gained by a minimum of effort. So the people of Ampridatvir, released from toil, gave increasing attention to faddishness, perversity and the occult.—Jack Vance (The Dying Earth)