Successful zombies.

There is a sort of dead-alive, hackneyed people about, who are
scarcely conscious of living except in the exercise of some
conventional occupation. Bring these fellows into the country, or set
them aboard ship, and you will see how they pine for their desk or
their study. They have no curiosity; they cannot give themselves over
to random provocations; they do not take pleasure in the exercise of
their faculties for its own sake; and unless Necessity lays about them
with a stick, they will even stand still. It is no good speaking to
such folk: they cannot be idle, their nature is not generous enough;
and they pass those hours in a sort of coma, which are not dedicated
to furious moiling in the gold-mill. When they do not require to go to
the office, when they are not hungry and have no mind to drink, the
whole breathing world is a blank to them. If they have to wait an hour
or so for a train, they fall into a stupid trance with their eyes
open. To see them, you would suppose there was nothing to look at and
no one to speak with; you would imagine they were paralysed or
alienated: and yet very possibly they are hard workers in their own
way, and have good eyesight for a flaw in a deed or a turn of the
market. They have been to school and college, but all the time they
had their eye on the medal; they have gone about in the world and
mixed with clever people, but all the time they were thinking of their
own affairs. As if a man's soul were not too small to begin with, they
have dwarfed and narrowed theirs by a life of all work and no play;
until here they are at forty, with a listless attention, a mind vacant
of all material of amusement, and not one thought to rub against
another, while they wait for the train. Before he was breeched, he
might have clambered on the boxes; when he was twenty, he would have
stared at the girls; but now the pipe is smoked out, the snuff-box
empty, and my gentleman sits bolt upright upon a bench, with
lamentable eyes. This does not appeal to me as being Success in Life.
Robert Louis Stevenson

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