“Thou art a worry to thy friends.”
The Pirate’s eyes filled with astonishment. “I? To my friends? What friends?”
Pilon softened his voice. “Thou hast many friends who think of thee. They do not come to see thee because thou art proud. They think it might hurt thy pride to have them see thee living in this chicken house, clothed in rags, eating garbage with thy dogs. But these friends of thine worry for fear the bad life may make thee ill.”

John Steinbeck, "Tortilla Flat" #mbookmarks