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And then , after all , you 're going home -- your wife is waiting for you . You 're lucky -- '' `` I 've no time ; or rather , I 've no strength . At nights , when I come home I 'm too tired -- I 'm too tired , you understand , to be happy , you see . Every morning I think I shall be , and I 'm hoping up till noon ; but at night I 'm too knocked out , what with walking and rubbing for eleven hours ; and on Sundays I 'm done in altogether with the week . There 's even times that I do n't even wash myself when I come in . I just stay with my hands mucky ; and on Sundays when I 'm cleaned up , it 's a nasty one when they say to me , ` You 're looking well . ' '' And while I am listening to the tragicomical recital which he retails , like a soliloquy , without expecting replies from me -- luckily , for I should not know how to answer -- I can , in fact , recall those holidays when the face of Pétrolus is embellished by the visible marks of water .