"As I was saying, up here I thought all men and women were brilliant and radiant.
But now, from what little I've seen of them, they strike me as a pack of ninnies, most of them, and ninety percent of the remainder as bores.

Now there's Professor Caldwell--he's different.

He's a man, every inch of him and every atom of his gray matter." Ruth's face brightened.
"Tell me about him," she urged.

"Not what is large and brilliant--I know those qualities; but whatever you feel is adverse.

I am most curious to know." "Perhaps I'll get myself in a pickle." Martin debated humorously for a moment.