Boredom (n.) has one sure recipe: say everything.
Boredom (n.) is nothing other than the sensation of the emptiness of existence.
Boredom (n.) is suffered by no people more than people of wealth and the so called upper class.
Boredom (n.) is a bird of prey, ready to fall upon any life that is secure from want.
Boredom (n.) is precise proof that existence has no value in itself: if life were worth anything, mere existing would satisfy us, and boredom could not exist.
Boredom (n.) is the scourge of the fashionable world as want is of the people; in middle-class life boredom is Sunday and want the six weekdays.
Boredom (n.) is an evil that is not to be estimated lightly. It can come in the end to real despair. The public authority takes precautions against it everywhere, as against other universal calamities.
Boredom (n.) is no small evil: it paints real despair on the face, drives people who love each other so little to seek each other out — the source of society — and states guard against it as against famine: panem et circenses.