What’s Wrong? Has Francis Been Rude? Then

[robin Stewart] Was Your Man. True For You, You Had Withdrawn The Crutch From His Sight, But Still It Should Have Been There In Your Hand, Ready For Him. For You Are A Leader-don't You Know It? I Don't, Surely, Need To Tell You?-and That Is What Leadership Means. It Means Fortifying The Fainthearted And Giving Them The Two Sides Of Your Tongue While You Are At It. It Means Suffering Weak Love And Schooling It Till It Matures. It Means Giving Up You Privicies, Your Follies And Your Leasure. It Means You Can Love Nothing And No One Too Much, Or You Are No Longer A Leader, You Are Led.

I Wish To God,” Said Gideon With Mild Exasperation, “that You’d Talk—just Once—in Prose Like Other People.

And Habits Are Hell's Own Substitute For Good Intentions. Habits Are The Ruin Of Ambition, Of Initiative , Of Imagination. They're The Curse Of Marriage And The After-bane Of Death.

For An Hour, Blended With All She Could Offer, Something Noble Had Been Created Which Had Nothing To Do With The Physical World. And From The Turn Of His Throat, The Warmth Of His Hair, The Strong, Slender Sinews Of His Hands, Something Further; Which Had. Though She Combed The Earth And Searched Through The Smoke Of The Galaxies There Was No Being She Wanted But This, Who Was Not And Should Not Be For Philippa Somerville.

He Regards Boredom, I Observe, As The One And Mighty Enemy Of His Soul. And Will Succeed In Conquering It, I Am Sure—if He Survives The Experience.