«It is the public realm... that needs to change for American children to have unstructured afternoons and weekends, for them to bike and walk between school and the playground, to see packs of kids get together
without endless chains of parental texts.»
We shall live through a long, long
chain of days and
endless evenings; we shall patiently bear the trials fate sends us; we'll work for others, now and in our old age,
without ever knowing rest, and when our time comes, we shall die submissively; and there, beyond the grave, we shall say that we have suffered, that we have wept, that we have known bitterness, and God shall have pity on us; and you and I, Uncle, dear Uncle, shall behold a life that is bright, beautiful, and fine.