Time has meaning if you make it have it. It loses meaning when you don't have an infinite amount of it -- and I'm afraid I enjoy my work. [His hours don't matter so long as he has a lot of them and most of them are spent in front of the comforting glare of a computer screen or a book so old he is astonished that he's even allowed in the same room with it. He lives a good life, man.]
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