My mind isn't the build of a guardsman's mind, any more than my unfortunate body is.

Half our work, as you know quite well, consists in being pleasant and in liking it.
Well, I'm not pleasant.

I'm not breezy and cordial.

I can't do it.
I make a task of what is a pastime to all of you, and I only shuffle through my task.

I'm not popular, I'm not liked.