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the whole matter entirely to me. They fell into the suggestion with a
               readiness that had something uncanny about it. George spread himself
               over the easy-chair, and Harris cocked his legs on the table.

                Pride myself on: am proud of
               fell into: here, accepted
               Uncanny: strange, weird
               cocked his legs: bent the legs on the knee as he sat

               Jerome thought that his ability to pack luggage was better than others.
               He asked his friends George and Harris to leave the task of packing to
               him. The two friends agreed to his offer instantly which was strange.
               George sat comfortably on the easy - chair and Harris bent his knees as
               he sat on the sofa and kept his feet on the table.

               This was hardly what I intended. What I had meant, of course, was, that
               I should boss the job, and that Harris and George should potter about
               under my directions, I pushing them aside every now and then with, “Oh,
               you!” “Here, let me do it.” “There you are, simple enough!” — really
               teaching them, as you might say. Their taking it in the way they did
               irritated me. There is nothing does irritate me more than seeing other
               people sitting about doing nothing when I’m working.

               Intended: planned, meant
               potter about: do some unimportant things

               By saying that he would pack, the writer did not mean that his friends
               would sit and relax while he would do all the work. He had meant that he
               would boss upon them while they would do all the chores. He would nag
               them and curse them for not knowing the work well and then, he would
               chip in to sort out the mess that they would create.He was irritated to
               see them sitting while he did all the work.

               I lived with a man once who used to make me mad that way. He would
               loll on the sofa and watch me doing things by the hour together. He said
               it did him real good to look on at me, messing about. Now, I’m not like
               that. I can’t sit still and see another man slaving and working. I want to
               get up and superintend, and walk around with my hands in my pockets,
               and tell him what to do. It is my energetic nature. I can’t help it.

               loll on the sofa: to recline or lean in a relaxed manner
               messing about: to waste time doing something without a particular
               purpose
               sit still: sit without doing anything
               Superintend: supervise, manage

               He recollects that once he lived with a man who would sit lazily on the
               sofa all day through and would watch the writer do all the work. The man
               would say that he enjoyed watching him go around, doing all the work.
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