Je suis fatiguée. J’ai faim. Je m’appelle Fred. That’s what you learn in beginning French classes: I’m tired. I’m hungry. My name is Fred. χαλεπος εστιν ο βιος. That’s what you learn when starting your studies of ancient Greek: “Life is hard. For the farm is small, but the work is large.” Oh, Dicaeopolis, you are right—the work is large, and there is no time to be lazy.