He read the newspaper reports of what had happened the day before with senses greatly alive.
After all, politics was unlike everything else.

It was a profession recruited from all others.

The making of laws was done by all kinds of men.

One of the wisest advisers in river-law he had ever known was a priest; one of the best friends of the legislation of the medical profession was a woman; one of the bravest Ministers who had ever quarrelled with and conquered his colleagues had been an insurance agent; one of the sanest authorities on maritime law had been a man with a greater pride in his verses than in his practical capacity; and here was Carnac, who had painted pictures and made statues, plunging into politics with a policy as ingenious as his own, and as capable of logical presentation.

This boy, who was bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh, meant to fight him.