"Well, you have an appetite!" he said, looking at his dark-red, sunburnt face and neck bent over the plate.

"Splendid! You can't imagine what an effectual remedy it is for every sort of foolishness.

I want to enrich medicine with a new word: _Arbeitskur_.

" "Well, but you don't need it, I should fancy.

" "No, but for all sorts of nervous invalids.