[The following is an excerpt taken from the wonderful novel 'Three men in a boat' written by Jerome K. Jerome in 1889. Highly entertaining reading!]
It seemed to me that I was doing more than my fair share of work on this trip, and I was beginning to feel strongly on the subject. It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do. It is not that I object to 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 soon.
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 finger-mark on it. I take 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 that 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.