There are some, Kenny, who must always direct in order to enjoy." There was a modicum of enjoyment with Whitaker around, hinted Kenny sullenly.
Whitaker found his irrelevant trick of umbrage trying in the extreme.
He lost his temper and said that which he had meant to leave to inference.
"Kenny, Brian's success, in which you, curiously enough, seem to have had a visionary faith, would have linked him to you in a sort of artistic dependence in which you shone with inferential genius and generosity." It hurt.
"So!" said Kenny, his color high.
"It may be," said Whitaker, feeling sorry for him, "that I've put that rather strongly but I think I've dug into the underlying something which, linked with your warm-hearted generosity and a real love for Brian, made you stubborn and unreasonable about his work.

Of the big gap in temperament and the host of petty things that maddened Brian to the point of distraction, it's unnecessary for me to speak.

You must know that your happy-go-lucky self-indulgence more often than not has spelled discomfort of a definite sort for Brian.

You're generous, I'll admit.

Generous to a fault.