It must have been his basic mediocre brain that drew people to him; he was like an animal who’s too much of an animal to comprehend the inevitability of his own death, and that kind of person is always a comfort.

All that he felt was the misery of a new misfortune, and, as was his nature, he sat dumb under it.

He had learned to regard suffering as the only real joy in life, and so had attained to resignation.