It drives me past patience, that way o’ the men -- always wanting and wanting, and never easy with what they’ve got; they can’t sit comfortable in their chairs when they’ve neither ache nor pain, but either they must stick a pipe in their mouths, to make ‘em better than well, or else they must be swallowing something strong, though they’re forced to make haste before the next meal comes in.
--- from Silas Marner by George Eliot