What good is it?
I had no need of it, my force was sufficient.

I find it more easy to make myself feared than loved.
Thus formed, there are only two things for me to do: remain in my poor room in the Hotel du Senat, living by giving lessons and by work from the booksellers, until the examination and admission to the central bureau; or to establish myself in an out-of-the-way quarter at Belleville, Montrouge, or elsewhere, and there practise among people who will demand neither politeness nor fine manners.

As these two ways are reasonable, I have made up my mind to neither.

Belleville, because I should work only with my legs, like one of my comrades whom I saw work at Villette: 'Your tongue, good.

Your arm, good.' And while he is supposed to be feeling the pulse of the patient with one hand, with the other he is writing his prescription: 'Vomitive, purgative, forty sous;' and he hurries away, his diagnosis having taken less than five minutes; he had no time to waste.