A man is what he is, and will be ever the same.

Have you no tincture of philosophy?
You talk as though one could govern fate." "And you, very much like the braying jackass in the field there." Mallard had a savage satisfaction in breaking all bounds of civility.
He overwhelmed his companion with abuse, revelled in insulting comparisons.

Elgar laughed, and stretched himself on the cushions so as to avoid the wind as much as possible.
They clattered through the streets of Castellammare, pursued by urchins, crying, "Un sordo, signori!" Thence on by the seaside road to Vico Equense, Elgar every now and then shouting his ecstasy at the view.

The hills on this side of the promontory climb, for the most part, softly and slowly upwards, everywhere thickly clad with olives and orange-trees, fig-trees and aloes.

Beyond Vico comes a jutting headland; the road curves round it, clinging close on the hillside, turns inland, and all at once looks down upon the Piano di Sorrento.
Instinctively, the companions rose to their feet, as though any other attitude on the first revelation of such a prospect were irreverent.