Life is too brief. I had a friend whom I intended to know better. Yesterday he died.
Happiness... she loves, to see men at work. She loves sweat, weariness, self sacrifice. She will be found not in places but lurking in cornfields and factories; and hovering over littered desks; she crowns the unconscious head of the busy child.
Those concerns weren't really raised adequately with staff so that they could address those concerns.