Many a time as a little boy I desired that I would never become rich, that no one would bequeath any grand possessions to me, and that I would not be perturbed by sundry problems with which men of means are so often burdened. Fate responded to my childhood dreams very kindly. They all came true, for which I owe Fate much gratefulness.
Besides, I have never wished for anyone to live in the lap of luxury, and I did not commiserate with a certain niggardly money-grubber when he lost his bulging wallet and kept lamenting over this inconceivable misfortune that befell him. And whenever some of my money got mislaid I would be concerned just for a little while, since very soon I would get amused thinking I ought to be glad I had only seen an insignificant material loss. Had I worried too much, I would then have to think of myself with pity, shame and derision.
Hardly ever have I tried to make my life easier and every now and then it even felt good to somewhat complicate things.
Neither have I avoided various daily troubles; oftentimes I derived great pleasure from trying to overcome and endure them. I did not bother to buy properly fitted shoes as I would get entertained by the possibility of them falling off my feet during quick march. Likewise, I was tickled when offered a wobbly chair from which I could tumble down any minute.
One day I wanted to make sure I was strong-willed and capable of overpowering my gluttony and lustfulness. And so I ate only one piece of cake, having bought three, and I drank only one glass of vodka in company of my friends, who scoffed at that restraint. Afterwards I did not go any further than give the slim and alluring Fryderyka a tight hug, which left her amazed or perhaps discontented. But late in the evening, when I reached for a stodgy novel, wanting to prove to myself that I would be able to resist the mighty drowsiness which overcame me after I read just a few pages, I had to give up and, having put the volume aside, I fell asleep.