There too he had been treated with revolting injustice.

His struggles, his privations, his hard work to raise himself in the social scale, had filled him with such an exalted conviction of his merits that it was extremely difficult for the world to treat him with justice--the standard of that notion depending so much upon the patience of the individual.
The Professor had genius, but lacked the great social virtue of resignation.
"Intellectually a nonentity," Ossipon pronounced aloud, abandoning suddenly the inward contemplation of Mrs Verloc's bereaved person and business.

"Quite an ordinary personality.

You are wrong in not keeping more in touch with the comrades, Professor," he added in a reproving tone.

"Did he say anything to you--give you some idea of his intentions?
I hadn't seen him for a month.