"Yes, you are quite right.

I am selfish.

I dislike lending my things, and I dislike spending my money except on myself.

If you have the misfortune to linger on as I do you will know that it is perfectly legitimate to be selfish in small things, _if one has made the one great sacrifice_." "And what may that be ?" She asked so eagerly that he looked at her, and then saw how worn and tired her face was; and the words which he was intending to speak, died on his lips.
"Look at those asses of people on toboggans," he said brusquely.

"Could you manage to enjoy yourself in that way?
That might do you good." "Yes," she said; "but it would not be any pleasure to me." She stopped to watch the toboggans flying down the road.