How could they endure my happiness, if I did not put around it accidents, and winter-privations, and bearskin caps, and enmantling snowflakes!

—If I did not myself commiserate their pity , the pity of those enviers and injurers!

—If I did not myself sigh before them, and chatter with cold, and patiently let myself be swathed in their pity!

This is the wise waggish-will and goodwill of my soul, that it concealeth not its winters and glacial storms; it concealeth not its chilblains either.