Pleasure swarms, he has the pick of his market.

You English live for pleasure.' 'We are the hardest workers in the world.' 'That you may live for pleasure! Deny it!' He puffed his tobacco-smoke zealously, and resumed: 'Yes, you work hard for money.

You eat and drink, and boast of your exercises: they sharpen your appetites.

So goes the round.

We strive, we fail; you are our frog-chorus of critics, and you suppose that your brekek-koax affects us.