My lungs were so pumped out of breath by the time I reached the top, I could not go on father and instantly I sat down where I was. "Come on, Shake off the covers of this sloth," the master said, "for sitting sofly cushioned or tucked in bed, is no way to win fame; and without it man must waste his life away leaving such traces of what he was on earth as smoke in wind and foam upon the water.  Stand up! Dominate this weariness of yours with strength of soul that wins in every battle if it does not sink beneath the body's weight.  Much steeper stairs than these we'll have to climb we have not seen enough of sinners yet!  If you understand me, act, learn from my words."  At this I stood up straight and made it seem I had more breath than I began to breathe, and said: "Move on for I am strong and ready." (And on a bloody one-speed.) Inf. XXIV 40-60