when I was coming to manhood, the half-philosophical novels

...to call my comrades, the other husbandmen (you'll probably

find the poor fellows toiling away in the fields), that each of

them may come here to take his share of the gifts of Plutus.

I'm off. But let someone come from the house to take this morsel

I'll see to that; you run your hardest. As for you, Plutus, the

most excellent of all the gods, come in here with me; this is the

house you must fill with riches to-day, by fair means or foul.

I don't at all like going into other folks' houses in this manner;