"My work! If you only knew what it is like you would not talk to me about it.

Every day I roll my stone up the hill, and every night it seems to roll down again.

But you have never taught in a village school.

How can you know?
I work all day, and in the evening perhaps I have to mend the tablecloths, or--what do you think ?--write my father's sermons.

It sounds curious, does it not, that I should write sermons?
But I do.