You know my methods. Apply them.
He is not a bad fellow, though an absolute imbecile in his profession. He has one positive virtue. He is as brave as a bulldog and as tenacious as a lobster if he gets his claws upon anyone.
Data!data!data!" he cried impatiently. "I can't make bricks without clay.
Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.
My mind rebels at stagnation, give me problems, give me work!
My uncle, Mr. Stephen Maple, had been at the same time the most successful and the least respectable of our family, so that we hardly knew whether to take credit for his wealth or to feel ashamed of his position.