It is possible that the foundations of peace and happiness in our era still rest on utilitarian and Fordist narratives, which sanctify the concepts of efficiency, career, assertiveness, and the pursuit of personal progress through relentless work, right up to the grave. Against this current, we have prepared a particularly "brazen" and joyful cocktail, consisting of classical texts that allow themselves to sanctify other actions. Walking without direction. Looking at the ceiling. A night walk around the city. Going out into nature. Nourishing reading. Idleness without guilt. Listening to the vibrations of the body and mind. Proactive experiences of solitude and leisure. Let us return for a moment to the British nineteenth century – pre-modern – to observe and fish out of the past seemingly "useless" values that could help us experience our time in a lighter, perhaps more humane way. Four great writers give four speeches in a test of arbitrary actions: Lewis Carroll talks about the need to nourish the soul with good literature. William Hazlitt goes on a trip. Robert Louis Stevenson takes a break. Charles Dickens can't sleep and goes for a walk in London after midnight. We, the readers, will follow them while reading in a cafe, in bed, in the park or while walking, and two hundred years after the time of their writing, we will say, perhaps: How fun! Thank you. "In these very days, when everyone is obliged to choose a profitable profession and to toil with no less eagerness, lest they be judged in their absence for an offense against decency, a cry is heard from the opposite side, from those who are content with what they have and enjoy watching and savoring the passing of time..." Robert Louis Stevenson "I am going away from the city for a while, and I feel no loss the moment I am left alone. Instead of riding in a carriage with a friend, exchanging witticisms, and discussing again the same tiredly familiar subjects, let me, for a change, make a pact with the vulgarity of the common spirit. Give me a clear blue sky above my head, and the green earth beneath my feet..." William Hayslit