"There IS something, I really believe--meant for ever so much better ones.

Those are just the sort I like to be supposed to have a real affinity with.

Help me to them, Mr.Longdon; help me to them, and I don't know what I won't do for you!" "Then after all"-- and his friend made the point with innocent sharpness--"you're NOT past saving!" "Well, I individually--how shall I put it to you?
If I tell you," Vanderbank went on, "that I've that sort of fulcrum for salvation which consists at least in a deep consciousness and the absence of a rag of illusion, I shall appear to say I'm wholly different from the world I live in and to that extent present myself as superior and fatuous.

Try me at any rate.

Let me try myself.