You work twice as hard to be a farmer as to be his hog. Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
I think “twice as hard” simultaneously underestimates the farmer’s workload and overestimates the contribution of the pigs, but the general idea is right. Not that the pigs don’t do any work. They have been working all summer and fall on the brush clearing assignment I gave them. But they work at their own pace, taking a lot of time off for napping, eating, and chatting around the water cooler.
By the way, has anyone else read Something Wicked This Way Comes? It has received high praise from high profile authors and reviews, but it seemed to me like a book that kept falling short of its potential. The story faltered, missed connections, and failed to deliver on the macabre side and on the philosophical side, even though it clearly was trying for both. Maybe its value was as a trailblazer but not as a masterpiece of the genre. Can anyone offer a perspective that would help me understand how to appreciate it better?