JOHN
No one wouldn't believe how many half-starved nincompoops there is among you stoodents. But none o' you wants to put your hand to some reel work.—[The distant sound of thunder is heard. JOHN looks out through the window.]—Sultry day. It's thunderin' now.
SPITTA
Yon can't say that of me, Mr. John, that I haven't been willing to do real work. I've given lessons, I've addressed envelopes for business houses! I've been through everything and in all these attempts I've not only toiled away the days but also the nights. And at the same time I've ground away at my studies like anything!
JOHN
Man alive, go to Hamburg an' let 'em give you a job as a bricklayer. When
I was your age I was makin' as much as twelve crowns a day in Hamburg.
SPITTA
That may be. But I'm a brain worker.
JOHN
I know that kind.