Eons ago I saw a great cartoon, ever so prevailing. Unfortunately, I cannot remember where and by whom. But, nevertheless, the author deserves a prize comparable to Nobel's famous award, therefore I will at least tell his little story. Imagine it, for example, as a movie clip like a commercial.
[A Man walks along a dirty street. He is in hurry, since the surrounding does not look trustworthy. Suddenly another man, a young man in dirty and tattered clothes, steps up to the passerby.]
Young beggar:
Have you got a few coins for me, sir?
Passerby:
You should be ashamed of yourself, young man. What about working for your money?
Young beggar (very excited):
You got work for me?
[And then, all of a sudden and from every corner and niche, people are stepping up in droves, beggars and hoboes, male and female, young and old, hastily striding toward the passerby, waving and shouting and screaming in rapture.]
Beggars and Hoboes:
WORK! He's got WORK! WORK!! WORK!!!
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