Yes, I want to.

You know what a pillow is to a tired man's shoulders.

I want to use your sane intelligence to rest on a moment.
It's my brain that's tired, Plank." Although everybody had cynically used Plank, nobody had ever before found him a necessity.
"Go on," he said unsteadily.

"If I can be of use to you, Siward, in God's name let me be, for I have never been necessary to anybody in all my life." Siward rested his head on one clinched hand: "How much chance do you think I have ?" he asked wearily.
"Chance to get well ?" "Yes." Plank considered for a moment, then: "You are not trying, Siward." "I have been trying since--since March." "Since March ?" "Yes." Plank looked at him curiously: "What happened in March ?" "Had I better tell you ?" "You know better than I." Siward, cheek crushed against his fist, his elbow on the desk, gazed at him steadily: "In March," he said, "Miss Landis spoke to me.

I've made a better fight since." Plank's serious face darkened.