But, really, I rather envy you, Mike.
Anyhow, you want to do and be something so much that you are gaily going to face unpleasantnesses with Uncle Robert about it.

Now, I wouldn't face unpleasantnesses with anybody about anything I wanted to do, and I suppose the reason must be that I don't want to do anything enough." "The malady of not wanting," quoted Michael.
"Yes, I've got that malady.

The ordinary things that one naturally does are all so pleasant, and take all the time there is, that I don't want anything particular, especially now that you've been such a brick--" "Stop it," said Michael.
"Right; I got it in rather cleverly.

I was saying that it must be rather nice to want a thing so much that you'll go through a lot to get it.
Most fellows aren't like that." "A good many fellows are jelly-fish," observed Michael.
"I suppose so.

I'm one, you know.