He's intensely
suspicious
and utterly lawless.
Kipling - Poems
He wants the whiplash.
"
"Lay it on with science, then. I'd flay him myself, but I like him too
much. "
"I've no scruples. He had the audacity to try to cut me out with a woman
at Cairo once. I forgot that, but I remember now. "
"Did he cut you out? "
"You'll see when I have dealt with him. But, after all, what's the
good? Leave him alone and he'll come home, if he has any stuff in him,
dragging or wagging his tail behind him. There's more in a week of life
than in a lively weekly. None the less I'll slate him. I'll slate him
ponderously in the Cataclysm. "
"Good luck to you; but I fancy nothing short of a crowbar would make
Dick wince. His soul seems to have been fired before we came across him.
He's intensely suspicious and utterly lawless. "
"Matter of temper," said the Nilghai. "It's the same with horses. Some
you wallop and they work, some you wallop and they jib, and some you
wallop and they go out for a walk with their hands in their pockets. "
"That's exactly what Dick has done," said Torpenhow. "Wait till he comes
back. In the meantime, you can begin your slating here. I'll show you
some of his last and worst work in his studio. "
Dick had instinctively sought running water for a comfort to his mood of
mind. He was leaning over the Embankment wall, watching the rush of the
Thames through the arches of Westminster Bridge. He began by thinking of
Torpenhow's advice, but, as of custom, lost himself in the study of the
faces flocking past. Some had death written on their features, and Dick
marvelled that they could laugh. Others, clumsy and coarse-built for
the most part, were alight with love; others were merely drawn and lined
with work; but there was something, Dick knew, to be made out of them
all. The poor at least should suffer that he might learn, and the rich
should pay for the output of his learning. Thus his credit in the world
and his cash balance at the bank would be increased. So much the better
for him.
"Lay it on with science, then. I'd flay him myself, but I like him too
much. "
"I've no scruples. He had the audacity to try to cut me out with a woman
at Cairo once. I forgot that, but I remember now. "
"Did he cut you out? "
"You'll see when I have dealt with him. But, after all, what's the
good? Leave him alone and he'll come home, if he has any stuff in him,
dragging or wagging his tail behind him. There's more in a week of life
than in a lively weekly. None the less I'll slate him. I'll slate him
ponderously in the Cataclysm. "
"Good luck to you; but I fancy nothing short of a crowbar would make
Dick wince. His soul seems to have been fired before we came across him.
He's intensely suspicious and utterly lawless. "
"Matter of temper," said the Nilghai. "It's the same with horses. Some
you wallop and they work, some you wallop and they jib, and some you
wallop and they go out for a walk with their hands in their pockets. "
"That's exactly what Dick has done," said Torpenhow. "Wait till he comes
back. In the meantime, you can begin your slating here. I'll show you
some of his last and worst work in his studio. "
Dick had instinctively sought running water for a comfort to his mood of
mind. He was leaning over the Embankment wall, watching the rush of the
Thames through the arches of Westminster Bridge. He began by thinking of
Torpenhow's advice, but, as of custom, lost himself in the study of the
faces flocking past. Some had death written on their features, and Dick
marvelled that they could laugh. Others, clumsy and coarse-built for
the most part, were alight with love; others were merely drawn and lined
with work; but there was something, Dick knew, to be made out of them
all. The poor at least should suffer that he might learn, and the rich
should pay for the output of his learning. Thus his credit in the world
and his cash balance at the bank would be increased. So much the better
for him.
