What I'm trying to do," added Duane, striking his palm with his fist as emphasis, "is not to die the son of a wealthy man.

If I can't be anything more, I'm not worth a damn.

But I'm going to be.

I can do it, Scott; I'm lazy, I'm undecided, I've a weak streak.

And yet, do you know, with all my blemishes, all my misgivings, all my discouragements, panics, despondent moments, I am, way down inside, serenely and unaccountably certain that I can paint like the devil, and that I am going to do it.