"That's not the same thing. It's natural to me: what I was born for. Look at my arms and hands! Fighting is the breath of life to me. But you haven't any too much strength: that's obvious."
Olivier looked sadly down at his thin wrists, and said:
"Yes. I am weak: I always have been. But what can I do? One must live?"
"How do you make your living?"
"I teach."
"Teach what?"
"Everything—Latin, Greek, history. I coach for degrees. And I lecture on
Moral Philosophy at the Municipal School."
"Lecture on what?"
"Moral Philosophy."
"What in thunder is that? Do they teach morality in French schools?"