He was in a state of semi-intoxicated anger and clairvoyance.

He saw in the black, void, glistening eyes of the oriental only the same danger, the same menace that he saw in the landlady.

Fair, wise, even benevolent words: always the human good speaking, and always underneath, something hateful, something detestable and murderous.

Wise speech and good intentions--they were invariably maggoty with these secret inclinations to destroy the man in the man.

Whenever he heard anyone holding forth: the landlady, this doctor, the spokesman on the pit bank: or when he read the all-righteous newspaper; his soul curdled with revulsion as from something foul.