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Gould. Does he not enjoy the sea breeze in 

 his yacht, and all the pleasures of nature?" 

 Perhaps he does, in a difficult sort of way, 

 filtered through flunkeys, so to speak. But of 

 the young men who are tempted to keep their 

 noses at the gilded grindstone, how many will 

 attain to the dignity of a yacht? How many 

 will die in harness long before they think it 

 possible to stop work and begin to play? How 

 many will lose all capacity for the enjoyment 

 of life before their pile of gold is big enough? 



