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What obliges us to use up our short lives between the four walls of a factory or an office, dying of a heart attack at 60 or perhaps earlier, without having enjoyed the sea, the mountains, fine wine, agreeable friends, all because of some economic indicators? How much happiness is a car capable of bestowing on us, or a state-of-the-art computer so that it's worth trading in our own freedom?