The hours are too few; I am beginning to feel like Casaubon, only worse. Unlike him, I do not have the good fortune of a beautiful, doting, faithful assistant such as his Dorothea at my side.
There is never enough time. Yet, in spite of wishing for more of it, I also hope never to have too much of it; that is, I hope I am never in a position or state to wish the thread betwixt the fingers of those fateful three sisters any shorter. Whichever it is, time or no time, so long as it is peaceful and productive, then. This is my request, dear Fates.