But your generosity is always congenial.
It's never the sort that hurts.

The only kind of generosity that will help in this crisis is the kind that hurts.

It's up to you, Kenny, to do some mental house-cleaning, admit the cobwebs and brush them away, instead of using them fantastically for drapery." Whitaker thanked his lucky stars he'd gotten on so well.

Kenny, affronted, was usually more capricious and elusive.
"Whitaker," said Kenny, his eyes imploring, "you don't--you can't mean that Brian isn't coming back ?" Whitaker sighed.

After all, Kenny never heard all of anything, just as he never read all of a letter unless it was asterisked and under-lined and riveted to his attention by a multitude of pen devices.
"Kenny, have you been listening ?" "No!" lied Kenny.
"Brian," flung out Whitaker wrathfully, "isn't coming back.