It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do.
It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work; it
fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I love to keep it
by me; the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart.
You cannot give me too much work; to accumulate work has almost
become a passion with me; my study is so full of it now that there is
hardly an inch of room for any more. I shall have to throw out a wing
And I am careful of my work, too. Why, some of the work that I have
by me now has been in my possession for years and years, and there isn't
a fingermark on it. I take a great pride in my work; I take it down
now and then and dust it. No man keeps his work in a better state of
preservation than I do.
But, though I crave for work, I still like to be fair. I do not ask
for more than my proper share.
But I get it without asking for it - at least, so it appears to me -
and this worries me.
-- Jerome K. Jerome, "Three Men in a Boat"