You might as well ask your head to absorb a wall by running at it like a pugnacious nigger.

I don't want you to go into Parliament ever.

You're a fitter man out of it; but if ever you're bitten--and it's the curse of our country to have politics as well as the other diseases--don't follow a flag, be independent, keep a free vote; remember how I've been tied, and hold foot against Manchester.

Do it blindfold; you don't want counselling, you're sure to be right.

I'll lay you a blood-brood mare to a cabstand skeleton, you'll have an easy conscience and deserve the thanks of the country.' Nevil listened gravely.