In this way, between directing people and eating what he likes, he passes the whole day, except that for two or three hours, sometimes indeed seven or eight hours, he attends to his physique by riding, motoring, playing a game, or indulging in a sport that he has chosen for himself.

And, at the end of all that, he probably has another bath that has been made ready for him, puts on clean clothes that have been put out for him, goes down to a good dinner that has been cooked for him, smokes, reads, learns, and inwardly digests, or else plays cards, billiards, and acts host till he is sleepy, and so to bed, in a clean, warm bed, in a clean, fresh room.

Is that exaggerated ?" "No; but when you talk of his directing other people, you forget that he is doing what they couldn't." "He may be doing what they couldn't; but ordinary directive ability is not born in a man; it's acquired by habit and training.

Suppose fortune had reversed them at birth, the Gaunt or Tryst would by now have it and the Malloring would not.

The accident that they were not reversed at birth has given the Malloring a thousandfold advantage." "It's no joke directing things," muttered Stanley.
"No work is any joke; but I just put it to you: Simply as work, without taking in the question of reward, would you dream for a minute of swapping your work with the work of one of your workmen?
No.