"Sigmund, you are unjust. Thirteen years ago did you imagine, in your boldest expectations, more than you have now attained?"
"Perhaps not. But, to have it afford me pleasure, I ought to have attained it immediately after that time."
"Of course we are more weary when we reach the goal than at the start."
"But this weariness very materially diminishes our pleasure in having reached it."
"Ah, I know the one thing wanting for your happiness," cried Wolf.
"Well?"
"A wife."
"Oh! you have no right to preach marriage, since you have remained a bachelor yourself."
"I am three years younger than you."
"But you are thirty-seven."