So little done, so much to do.

If there be a God, I think he would like me to paint Africa British-Red as possible.

We must find new lands from which we can easily obtain raw materials and at the same time exploit the cheap slave labor that is available from the natives of the colonies. The colonies would also provide a dumping ground for the surplus goods produced in our factories.

The real fact is that I could no longer stand their eternal cold mutton.

I have too much work on my hands and I would not be a dutiful husband.

So little done, so much to do.

You are an Englishman, and have subsequently drawn the greatest prize in the lottery of life.