Apparently I lack some particular perversion which today's employer is seeking.

You could tell by the way he talked, though, that he had gone to school a long time. That was probably what was wrong with him.

It's not your fate to be well treated," Ignatius cried. "You're an overt masochist. Nice treatment will confuse and destroy you.

I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality.

Apparently I lack some particular perversion which today's employer is seeking.

Oh, Fortuna, you capricious sprite!

I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.