I was snickering to myself on the bus ride to work this morning over the following bit from W. Somerset Maugham's "Of Human Bondage."
For forty-eight hours Hayward lived in an agony of indecision. He had talked of getting occupation of this sort so long that he had not the face to refuse outright, but the thought of doing anything filled him
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