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I think the sympathy ought to turn in the opposite direction . It is the delicate people who escape the most fearful disorders , and in three cases out of four live the longest . These gigantic structures are almost always reckless of health . They say , `` Nothing hurts me , '' and so they stand in draughts , and go out into the night air to cool off , and eat crabs at midnight , and doff their flannels in April , and carelessly get their feet wet . But the delicate people are shy of peril . They know that disease has been fishing for them for twenty years , and they keep away from the hook . No trout can be caught if he sees the shadow of the sportsman on the brook .