I am sure you cannot long be content to pass your leisure in solitude, and to devote your working hours to a monotonous labour wholly void of stimulus: any more than I can be content," he added, with emphasis, "to live here buried in morass, pent in with mountains--my nature, that God gave me, contravened; my faculties, heaven-bestowed, paralysed--made useless.
Estoy cierto de que no será capaz de pasar su vida en una tarea tan monótona, tan falta de estímulo. ¿Quién puede vivir encerrada entre pantanos y montañas, sin emplear las facultades que nos ha dado Dios...?