He was intelligent enough to feel quite humble, to wish not to be in the least hard or voracious, not to insist on his own side of the bargain, to warn himself in short against arrogance and greed.

Odd enough, of a truth, was his sense of this last danger--which may illustrate moreover his general attitude toward dangers from within.

Personally, he considered, he hadn't the vices in question--and that was so much to the good.

His race, on the other hand, had had them handsomely enough, and he was somehow full of his race.

Its presence in him was like the consciousness of some inexpugnable scent in which his clothes, his whole person, his hands and the hair of his head, might have been steeped as in some chemical bath: the effect was nowhere in particular, yet he constantly felt himself at the mercy of the cause.