"'Moi-je suis M'sieu' Jean Jacques, philosophe'-- that is what he said.

Bumptious little man, and yet--and yet there's something in him.
There's a sense of things which everyone doesn't have--a glimmer of life beyond his own orbit, a catching at the biggest elements of being, a hovering on the confines of deep understanding, as it were.

Somehow I feel almost sorry for him, though he annoyed me while he was in the witness-box, in spite of myself.

He was as the English say, so 'damn sure.'" "So damn sure always," agreed the Clerk of the Court, with a sense of pleasure that his great man, this wonderful aged little judge, should have shown himself so human as to use such a phrase.
"But, no doubt, the sureness has been a good servant in his business," returned the Judge.

"Confidence in a weak world gets unearned profit often.