It was too much for Blenkiron.

He indulged in a torrent of blasphemy such as I believe had never before passed his lips.
'I'm blessed if I'll listen to this God-darned stuff.

It isn't delicate.

You get busy, Major, and pump some sense into your afflicted friend.' I was beginning to see what had happened.

Sandy was a man of genius--as much as anybody I ever struck--but he had the defects of such high-strung, fanciful souls.