The poverty from which I have suffered could be diagnosed as 'Soho' poverty. It comes from having the airs and graces of a genius and no talent.
You don't have to do anything.
For an introvert his environment is himself and can never be subject to startling or unforeseen change.
Men get laid, but women get screwed.
If you don't stay in some days, you can't recharge your batteries.
Decency must be an even more exhausting state to maintain than its opposite. Those who succeed seem to need a stupefying amount of sleep.