Rubbish is immortal, it pervades the air, swells up in water, dissolves, rots, disintegrates, changes into gas, into smoke, into soot, it travels across the world and gradually engulfs it. (...) Rubbish is like death. What else is there that is so indestructible?

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The Apocalypse can take different forms. The least dramatic, at first sight, is the one in which man perishes under an avalanche of useless objects, empty words, and excessive activity.

They are rubbish wickets really.

The interviewers asking an interviewee as how much business he can generate for their organisation has the same level of stupidity as in a question being asked by an interviewee to the interviewers as how many days he can stay in their organisation. A person who has never actually worked and/or one who has never let the right people to work can only pose such baseless and worthless questions.

It is absolute rubbish,