You stupid ass, do you think I cared about what _you_ could find out?
I am in such perpetual terror of being forestalled by my colleagues, that I am not master of myself, even when such eyes as yours look at my work.

In a month or two more--perhaps in a week or two--I shall have solved the grand problem.

I labour at it all day.

I think of it, I dream of it, all night.

It will kill me.