You might possibly agree with a lot of what he says.

I don't.

But he sets you thinking." She sketched her somewhat prim conception of the Nietzschean philosophy, and after listening to it in dumb wonder, he promised to carry out her wishes.

So, when I came down to my library that evening dressed for dinner, I found him, still in morning clothes, with "Thus Spake Zarathustra" on his knees, and a bewildered expression on his face.
"Have you read this, Hilary ?" he asked.
"Yes," said I.
"Understand it ?" "More or less." "Gosh!" said he, shutting the book, "and I suppose Doria understands it too, or she wouldn't have recommended it.

But," he rose ponderously and looked down on me with serious eyes--"what the Hell is it all about ?" I drew out my watch.