No one, it appeared to Barney, had anything to do now; the weight of empty time hung over them all. - Philip K. Dick

Owning and maintaining a fraud had a way of gradually demoralizing one.

Can any of us fix anything? No. None of us can do that. We're specialized. Each one of us has his own line, his own work. I understand my work, you understand yours. The tendency in evolution is toward greater and greater specialization. Man's society is an ecology that forces adaptation to it. Continued complexity makes it impossible for us to know anything outside our own personal field — I can't follow the work of the man sitting at the next desk over from me. Too much knowledge has piled up in each field. And there are too many fields.

Eierkopf. Egghead. Because the big double-domed empty heads break so easily . . . in the street brawls.