"Her attitude was this: "You know," she would say to her friends, "Ivan Ilych can't do as other people do, and keep to the treatment prescribed for him. One day he'll take his drops and keep strictly to his diet and go to bed in good time, but the next day unless I watch him he'll suddenly forget his medicine, eat sturgeon—which is forbidden—and sit up playing cards till one o'clock in the morning." "Oh, come, when was that?" Ivan Ilych would ask in vexation. "Only once at Peter Ivanovich's." "And yesterday with Shebek." "Well, even if I hadn't stayed up, this pain would have kept me awake." "Be that as it may you'll never get well like that, but will always make us wretched." - Tolstoy