I envy him, but you want to make him what I am, without giving him my means.

Then you say, 'lighten his toil.

' But as I see it, physical labor is as essential to him, as much a condition of his existence, as mental activity is to you or me.

You can't help thinking.

I go to bed after two in the morning, thoughts come and I can't sleep but toss about till dawn, because I think and can't help thinking, just as he can't help plowing and mowing; if he didn't, he would go to the drink shop or fall ill.