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. . .the window, the breeze was making him. . .
He thought of closing the window, the breeze was making him too comfortable to concentrate. He needed to be alert to think without getting to be complacent. The sofa too was nice and comfy and this too irked him. No, the pleasure principle was getting on top of him and he had to do somehting about it. So, he thought of shutting down all thoughts of luxury, but the more he wanted to get away from it, the more there seemed to be ease everywhere. Then he suggested to himself, being at ease isn't wrong but being addicted to an easy life is. There was only one solution - engage himself in some hobby that captured all his creative energy - an outlet for the physis inside him.
