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Book Excerpt: of arduous toil I found myself at thirty-five lonely, friendless, and imprisoned in a groove of iron, whose long curves swepton inevitably to that grim terminus where all men arrive at last.Sometimes I chided myself for my discontent; and certainly there weremany who might have envied me. I occupied a fairly comfortable housein a decayed terrace where each house was exactly like its neighbour, and had I told any one that the mere aspect of this grey terraceoppressed me by its featureless monotony, I should have been laughed atfor my pains. I believe that I was trusted by my employers, and if amere automatic diligence can be accounted a virtue, I merited theirtrust. In course of time my income would have been increased, thoughnever to that degree which means competence or freedom. To this commonobject of ambition I had indeed long ago become indifferent. What cana few extra pounds a year bring to a man who finds himself bound to thesame tasks, and those tasks distasteful? I was married and hRead Mo
