They have gotten all they can from thee, and why should they feed thee further?
We feed not a dead pig, I trow, but baste him well with brine and rue.

Nay, we do not victual him upon the day of killing; which they have done to thee.

Thou art a lucky man, John; thou hast gotten one day's wages, or at any rate half a day, after thy work was rendered.

God have mercy on me, John! The things I see are manifold; and so is my regard of them.

What use to insist on this, or make a special point of that, or hold by something said of old, when a different mood was on?
I tell thee, Jack, all men are liars; and he is the least one who presses not too hard on them for lying.' This was all quite dark to me, for I never looked at things like that, and never would own myself a liar, not at least to other people, nor even to myself, although I might to God sometimes, when trouble was upon me.