Pissot, at that time my bookseller, gave me but little for my pamphlets, frequently nothing at all, and I never received a farthing for my first discourse.

Diderot gave it him.

I was obliged to wait a long time for the little he gave me, and to take it from him in the most trifling sums.

Notwithstanding this, my copying went on but slowly.

I had two things together upon my hands, which was the most likely means of doing them both ill.
They were very opposite to each other in their effects by the different manners of living to which they rendered me subject.