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I am harassed more than ever by life and am disgusted with everything, which does not prevent me from being in better health than ever. Explain that to me. CCVIII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Nohant, 18 January, 1872 You must not be sick, you must not be a grumbler, my dear old troubadour.
I prayed, conjured, and became angry, all to no purpose; the mother made me pass for an eternal grumbler, and a man who was peevish and ungovernable. She held perpetual whisperings with my friends; everything in my little family was mysterious and a secret to me; and, that I might not incessantly expose myself to noisy quarrelling, I no longer dared to take notice of what passed in it.
His face was ardent, his pantaloons were of white flannel, his expression of countenance was that of habitual discontent, but with a twinkle of geniality in the eye which redeemed the Grumbler from the usual tedium of his tribe. He accosted us as follows: "Go ashore? What for? To see something, eh?
He saw that these people who defended him from Yozhov's attacks were now purposely ignoring the feuilleton-writer, and he understood that this would pain Yozhov if he were to notice it. And in order to take his friend away from possible unpleasantness, he nudged him in the side and said, with a kind-hearted laugh: "Well, you grumbler, shall we have a drink? Or is it time to go home?" "Home?
'Yes, said the old grumbler, mollified, 'that was a right good fight. 'Why don't you make a saga about it, then, instead of about right and wrong, and such things? 'Because I am turned philosopher. I shall go and hear that Alruna-maiden this afternoon. 'Well said. Let us go too, young men: it will pass the time, at all events. 'Oh, no! no! no! do not! you shall not! almost shrieked Pelagia.
This seemed rather strange to us; stranger, I suspect, to my friends than to me; but Dick took the opportunity of both the host and his grand-daughter being out of the room to say to me, softly: "A grumbler: there are a few of them still. Once upon a time, I am told, they were quite a nuisance."
She was no grumbler and still retained an appetite for life. The sparrows and the fat pigeons which waited for the crumbs which fell from the pockets of the clothes she unpicked were her friends; her dreams of the past were her recreations.
Ramsdell is convinced that you are working too hard, in this impossible weather." "Ramsdell is a chronic grumbler," Reed said disloyally. "I'm all right, Olive." She bent forward, her elbows on her knees, and stared down at him intently. "I'm not too sure of that, Reed. You are growing thin, and you look tired. No wonder, from what Mr. Duncan has told us. Is it quite worth while, though?"
And few things are harder to bear than to have to live with a perpetual grumbler, to listen to constant complaints, especially, too, if the grumbler will not let any one help her to do the work she grumbles so much about. A grumbler spoils every one's pleasure, and gets none herself; and the worst of it is, it is a disease that grows on one terribly.
"I hope you will not think me a grumbler," he said; "I should not like your disapprobation, Mr. Smith." "You do me great honour," I said, honestly. "Believe me there is no danger of that. I understand and sympathize with you entirely." "My love of approbation is large," he said, tapping the bump referred to with his forefinger. "Excuse it and me too."
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