You are not looking well; you are not yourself." "That house is depressing, Frank.

Willie makes such a merit of giving me shelter; he means well, I suppose; but it is all dreadful." My notes of this talk finish in this way, but the conversation left on me a deep impression of Oscar's extraordinary weakness or rather extraordinary softness of nature backed up and redeemed by a certain magnanimity: he would not leave the friends in the lurch who had gone bail for him; he would not give his friend away even to save himself; but neither would he exert himself greatly to win free.

He was like a woman, I said to myself in wonder, and my pity for him grew keener.
He seemed mentally stunned by the sudden fall, by the discovery of how violently men can hate.

He had never seen the wolf in man before; the vile brute instinct that preys upon the fallen.

He had not believed that such exultant savagery existed; it had never come within his ken; now it appalled him.