Scrum: The Art of Doing Twice the Work in Half the Time

by Jeff Sutherland

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.

credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;

at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

British poet Andrew Marvell famously put it, “Had we but world enough, and time” anything could be accomplished. But, of course, a sense of mortality hovers over our every effort. We know our time is limited. As such, isn’t it the greatest of crimes to waste it?

working late wasn’t a sign of commitment; it was a sign of failure.