He tended always to destroy the horde by his unsocial acts.

He was really a reversion to an earlier type, and his place was with the Tree People rather than with us who were in the process of becoming men.
He was a monster of cruelty, which is saying a great deal in that day.
He beat his wives--not that he ever had more than one wife at a time, but that he was married many times.

It was impossible for any woman to live with him, and yet they did live with him, out of compulsion.

There was no gainsaying him.
No man was strong enough to stand against him.
Often do I have visions of the quiet hour before the twilight.

From drinking-place and carrot patch and berry swamp the Folk are trooping into the open space before the caves.