Or so I've been told.
As a quill wielder of some renown, I've learned that speed is not everything. In fact, it's often the enemy of quality.
Take, for example, the art of letter writing. A hasty scribble may get the words down on paper, but it's a sloppy, illegible mess. No, no. To truly master the quill, one must take their time, savoring each curve of the nib, each dip of the ink.
I find myself pondering the existential implications of speed versus quality. Is it not the same in all things? A rushed life, a life of sloppy half-measures?
And so, I'll take my time, dear friend. I'll craft each word, each sentence, with deliberate care, for in the end, it's not about getting the job done quickly, but getting it done right.
The Paradox of Speed and Quality
