I knew that this job would be too much for me.

I couldn't catch a ball or any of that stuff. I could do only what required brute stupidity.

I knew that this job would be too much for me.

I hurt with the insatiate longing, until I feel that there will never be any relief until I take a long, deep, wild draught on your lips.

I am not fit for this office and should never have been here.

My once-keen analytical mind has become so dulled by endless hours of baking in the hot sun, thrashing about in tight chimneys, pulling at impossibly heavy loads, freezing my ass off.... so that now my mental state is comparable to that of a Peruvian Indian, well stoked on coca leaves.

Less government in business and more business in government.