He rested one hand against his side, holding in the other a scrap of paper with jotted items of reasoning.

His head was thrown a little back; he viewed the benches from beneath his eyelids.

True, the pose maintained itself but for a moment.

I mention it because it was something new in Richard.
He spoke of the land; he attacked the old monopoly, and visioned a time when a claim to individual ownerships of the earth's surface would be as ludicrous as were now the assertion of title to a fee-simple somewhere in the moon.

He mustered statistics; he adduced historic and contemporary example of the just and the unjust in land-holding; he gripped the throat of a certain English duke, and held him up for flagellation; he drifted into oceans of economic theory; he sat down by the waters of Babylon; he climbed Pisgah.