"Think of my son doing that when he could do all this!" He swept his arm in a great circle which included the horizon beyond the doors and the windows.

"It beats me, and because it beats me, and because he defies me, I've made up my mind what to do." "Don't do anything you'd be sorry for, boss.

He ain't a fool because he's not what you are." He nodded towards the statue.

"You think that's pottering.

I think it's good stuff.