But there was a difference.
When I went coal-shovelling my mind had not yet awakened.

Between that time and the laundry my mind had found the kingdom of the mind.

While shovelling coal my mind was somnolent.

While toiling in the laundry my mind, informed and eager to do and be, was crucified.
And whether I yielded to drink, as at Benicia, or whether I refrained, as at the laundry, in my brain the seeds of desire for alcohol were germinating..