And this view of the situation came also to be the desperate view of Solon himself.

That he suffered a black hour each week when Mrs.Potts read the _Argus_ to him with corrections to make it square with "One Hundred Common Errors" and with good taste, in no way lessened the feeling against him.

If he sustained an injury peculiar to his calling, it seemed probable that he would the sooner be moved to action.

Little Arcady did not know what he could do, but it had faith that he would do something if he were pushed hard enough.

So the good people pushed and trusted and pushed.
To those brutal enough to seek direct speech about it with Solon, he professed to be awaiting only the right opportunity for a brilliant stroke, and he counselled patience.
To me alone, I think, did he confide his utter lack of inspiration.