You are an egoist, pure and simple.
Politics are nothing to you save a personal affair.

You play the game of life in the first person singular.

Let me pay his quittance." Borrowdean regarded her thoughtfully.
"You are a strange woman," he said.

"In a few months' time, when you are back in the thick of it all, you will be as anxious to have him there as we are.

You will not be able to understand how you could ever have wished differently.