"That's true! I have the strength of a bull and do the work of a sparrow." "Where is the merchant to spend his energy?
He cannot spend much of it on the Exchange, so he squanders the excess of his muscular capital in drinking-bouts in kabaky; for he has no conception of other applications of his strength, which are more productive, more valuable to life.

He is still a beast, and life has already become to him a cage, and it is too narrow for him with his splendid health and predilection for licentiousness.

Hampered by culture he at once starts to lead a dissolute life.

The debauch of a merchant is always the revolt of a captive beast.

Of course this is bad.