Original artwork, not a still
For many years, and I can say it truthfully, I never rested. I neither thought nor reflected. I had no pleasure, even though I pursued it fiercely during the brief respite of vacations. Through many feverish years I did not work: I merely produced.
Behind the line
What it means
Our interpretation.
The speaker looks back on years of ceaseless activity that left no room for rest, thought or real enjoyment. Even holidays became a fierce hunt for pleasure. They judge that period harshly: it was not genuine work but mere output, driven and feverish.
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