The struggle, the long hot hour of the honest fight, the grinding work - when the teeth are set, and the skin moist with sweat and rough with dust, when all is doubtful and sometimes desperate, when a man must trust to his own manhood knowing that those around him trust to it not at all - that is the happy time of life. There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six to do it. And when the expected pay is doubtful, the inner satisfaction is so much the greater.

— Anthony Trollope  

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