I have an estate where I work like any youth who has everything before him.

I have nothing before me, yet I shall go on working to the end.

Why?
Because I have some faculties which are more than bread and butter, and I must give them opportunity.
Yet I am not always sane.

Sometimes I feel I could march out and sweep into the sea one of the towns that dot the coast of this island.

I have the bloody thirst, as said the great Spanish conquistador.