Every man must have a hobby.

Mine is ornithology; and yours, Monsieur de Buxieres ?" Julien was tempted to reply: "Mine, for the moment, is ennui." He was just in the mood to unburden himself to the cure as to the mental thirst that was drying up his faculties, but a certain instinct warned him that the Abbe was not a man to comprehend the subtle complexities of his psychological condition, so he contented himself with replying, briefly: "I read a great deal.

I have, over there in the chateau, a pretty fair collection of historical and religious works, and they are at your service, Monsieur le Cure!" "A thousand thanks," replied the Abbe Pernot, making a slight grimace; "I am not much of a reader, and my little stock is sufficient for my needs.

You remember what is said in the Imitation: 'Si scires totam Bibliam exterius et omnium philosophorum dicta, quid totum prodesset sine caritate Dei et gratia ?' Besides, it gives me a headache to read too steadily.

I require exercise in the open air.