“Sluggard”–why, it is a calling and vocation, it is a career. Do not jest, it is so.
Anna Mikhaylovna also had of late visited them less frequently, seemed to hold herself with particular dignity, and always spoke rapturously and gratefully of the merits of her son and the brilliant career on which he had entered.
An officer of the Cuirassier Life Guards, a handsome prince who everyone predicted would become aide-de-camp to the Emperor Nicholas I and have a brilliant career, left the service, broke off his engagement to a beautiful maid of honour, a favourite of the Empress’s, gave his small estate to his sister, and retired to a monastery to become a monk.
He had but one answer to everything they could say: ‘My career is closed.’ What stuff!
I tell you, Watson, in all seriousness, that if I could beat that man, if I could