More: Utopia (1685 Burnet Translation)

...given to my family at home. Consequently, I can reserve no part of it for myself—that is, for my studies. I must talk with my wife, chat with my children, and I have things to say to my servants. I consider all these tasks a part of my business, unless a man chooses to be a stranger in his own home. And with whomever nature, chance, or choice has connected a man in his daily life original: "Commerce"; referring here to social dealings and domestic interactions, he must try to make himself as agreeable to those around him as he possibly can. Yet he must still maintain enough discipline so that he does not spoil them with excessive kindness, ensuring his servants do not become his masters.

In such matters as I have described to you, days, months, and years slip away. What time is then left for writing? And yet, I have said nothing of the time that must be spent on sleep or food original: "Meat"; used here in the general sense of food or meals. Many people waste almost as much time on eating as they do on sleep, and sleep consumes nearly half of our lives. Indeed, all the time I can gain for myself is what I steal from my sleep and my meals. Because that is not much, I have made only slow progress. Yet, because it is at least something, I have at last reached the end of my Utopia, which I now send to you. I expect that after you have read it, you will let me know if you can remind me...