But what comfort shall it give?
I am no longer a youth.

I would work.

I would labour for the land of Egypt, for by work shall we fulfil ourselves, redeem ourselves.

Saadat, I would labour, but my master has taken away from me the anvil, the fire, and the hammer, and I sit without the door like an armless beggar.

What work to do in Egypt save to help the land, and how shall one help, save in the Prince's service?
There can be no reform from outside.