No profession, except soldiering, debt staring me in the face, and a nasty mess of it all round.

I wonder why it is that I didn't pull myself together, be honest to a hair, and fight my way through?
I suppose I hadn't it in me.

I wasn't the right metal at the start.

There's always been a black sheep in our family, a gentleman or a lady, born without morals, and I happen to be the gentleman this generation.

I always knew what was right, and liked it, and I always did what was wrong, and liked it--nearly always.