Mind you, I only felt this way the first time.

All men do, I suppose, that haven't been born in gaols and workhouses.

Afterwards they take a more everyday view of things.
'You're young and soft, Dick,' Starlight said to me as we were rumbling along in the coach next day, with hand and leg-irons on, and a trooper opposite to us.

'Why don't I feel like it?
My good fellow, I have felt it all before.

But if you sear your flesh or your horse's with a red-hot iron you'll find the flesh hard and callous ever after.