Louis Racine has only genius, and no practical power." "A dangerous fanatic and dreamer," he interjected.

"A dreamer, if you will, with no practical power, for he never thought of himself, and 'practical power' is usually all self.

He dreamed--he gave his heart and soul up for ideas.

Englishmen do not understand that.

Do you not know--you do know--that, had he chosen, he might have been rich too, for his brains would have been of great use to men of practical power like yourself." She paused; Fournel did not answer, but sat as though reading the will intently.
"Was it strange that he should dream of a French sovereign state here, where his people came and first possessed the land?
Can you wonder that this dreamer, when the Seigneury of Pontiac came to him, felt as if a new life were opened up to him, and saw a way to some of his ambitions.
They were sad, mistaken ambitions, doomed to failure, but they were also his very heart, which he would empty out gladly for an idea.