But this Arnold Forster--with his dry, self-complacent, self-sufficient fanaticism--is intolerable and hateful.

He never gets up without making one angry.

There is no man whose genius would entitle him to half the arrogant self-conceit of this young member.

Acrid, venomous, rasping, he injures his own cause by the very excess of his gall and by the exuberance of his pretension.

He also saw that the riots would do no good, and he hinted darkly of what he called "ordered resistance," whatever that means.